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For Sauce Weekend: Day 3: "Put This On For Me"

This idea isn’t mine completely, this came from a book in goodnovel (app) titled ‘ Yearning for Her Return’. And it bothered me so this is me amending it to make it make sense.

Also, The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods, was supposed to be a halloween special. I forgot to say it there and it has bothered me for days.

And A03 link for this fic if you read there (my ff.net is fucked my stats always shows 0 for 3 months now.)

Disclaimer: Modern AU, again not really smut more on domestic fluff. CEO Dami, MATURE.

For Sauce Weekend: Day 3: "Put This On For Me"

Word Count: 10 310 (ish)

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"Put This On For Me"

Damian Wayne and Rachel ‘Raven’ Roth were arranged to be married and on the evening of their wedding, Raven was shipped out of Gotham like some unwanted child after a divorce. She didn’t even get to have her long-awaited wedding night, not that she was actually anticipating it.

People had told her such wonderful things about the wedding night, all the bells and whistles you could ever think of. But she was aware that her wedding was nothing but a show and that expecting all those promises was foolish.

She knew they only told her that to comfort her.

It’s been three months since her wedding and she never saw or heard from her husband. But it didn’t matter, she had other things to worry about, like finishing up her university and getting her degree in Metropolis.

She returned to her apartment rather early in the morning, having not slept there because she was out doing a project. When she opened the door, she wasn’t really paying attention as she was tired and closed the door the moment, she opened it. Her back turned to the living room instantly. She leaned against the door as she locked it, sighing aloud.

“You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” A male voice came from behind her and she yelped, jumping to the door and hitting her head on the wood.

“God, and I married you?” The voice said and Raven turned to the voice and she gasped taking a step back, her back now pressed on the wooden door.

She’d recognize that face anywhere. Even though she had only seen him once. On their wedding ceremony.

He wore a black suit and a dark green dress shirt underneath. It matched his eyes well. He was the most handsome man Raven had ever had the honor to meet if she'd be honest. His green eyes that were locked on her were nothing less than intoxicating. Or maybe it was his effect on her. He was just that handsome.

“How- how did you get in here?” She asked, trying to breathe normally.

“I’m your husband.” He just answered back and she frowned.

“I should talk to my landlord.” She mumbled under her breath.

“I will deal with that for you, dear wife, but first we have other pressing matters to deal with.” He approached her and she watched him come closer to her.

She nervously gulped, “Like what?”

“Like the fact that you ran off right after our wedding?” There was an edge to his voice and it annoyed Raven.

She frowned and the annoyance became anger, “You were the one who sent me away!”

Damian froze and she watched his jaw tighten and his gaze turned even colder, “What?”

Raven wasn’t dumb, she could see it in his body language that he didn’t send her away. Then he continued making his way to her, she was shaking in her spot against the door. She didn’t know him on a personal level, so being afraid was quite natural.

“How about you changing your number?” He asked, putting a hand beside her head, pinning her to the wall.

She got even angrier, “What are you talking about?” She glared at him then placed both her hands on his chest, pushing him harshly, “You blocked me!” But he didn’t even budge and her hands on his firm chest felt like they were burning.

His chest was really hard underneath all the layers of clothes.

Damian’s face softened a little but not significant enough, even so, she noted how his brows looked less close to one another. His other hand that wasn’t near her head, rummaged inside his blazer pocket and she couldn’t help but look down. He took out his phone and then showed her the screen.

She pulled her head away a bit and blinked as she looked down at the screen. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the light.

After a few seconds he said, “Isn’t this your number?”

Raven frowned and then nodded.

“Then press the call button for me.” He stated as she looked up at him, looking like she wanted to say no but still did what was asked.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of service.” She looked genuinely shocked hearing the robotic voice of a woman tell her that her number is out of service.

For a moment, the anger subsided, “I never changed my number…” She mumbled to which he raised a brow at her.

Then she tried to push him away again, “But you blocked me!” She countered recalling how many times she tried to reach out to him. And to prove a point, she pulled out her phone and did the same thing he did.

“This is your number, right?” She showed him his phone number on her phone and he nodded. She quickly dialed it and they got the same robotic voice.

Her husband’s angular jaw seemed sharper as he clenched his teeth. “Looks like someone is playing tricks on us.”

Raven pressed her lips, she had nothing to say, and had no idea who would go to such lengths.

“Well, now that that mystery is solved– What are you doing here?” She asked carefully and he studied her.

He smiled, a quite enchanting smile if she may add, “Well, I didn’t get to have my honeymoon.”

Her body stiffened then the words sunk it, “You sent me away!”

“I didn’t.” His smile and gaze were alluring and distracting her.

The next thing she knew, his hands were on her waist as he took one step and now his face was just a breath away. One of his hands caressed her spine.

“I didn’t block you nor did I send you away.” He inhaled deeply. “We were robbed of our own wedding night. As a responsible husband, it seems like I owe you a lot due to your grievances. That includes our first night as a couple.” He whispered and she swallowed her saliva.

Raven only realized now how deep his voice was and how dangerously close he was. His mouth was hovering over hers and, to be honest, she was anticipating the kiss. His eyes locked on her lips and she didn’t notice it but she had licked her dry lips, making the corners of his lips twitch.

The next moment his lips were on hers and the couple continued to explore each other’s mouths.

Eventually, he pulled away, “Tell me where the bedroom is or I am having you on this damn floor.”

She swallowed and raised an arm while her eyes fluttered, pointing at a door almost directly across the entrance.

He nodded and smiled at her then lifted her up by the waist. Her eyes widened as he pulled her to him and she naturally wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her with ease while also groping her ass.

Raven felt embarrassed but they were married.

“I’ve been waiting for this since our wedding ceremony, you can imagine my disappointment when I heard you just left.” There was a tinge of anger in his voice and yet, she just felt even more embarrassed by what he said.

He looked forward to fucking her?

The nervousness couldn’t be controlled, not with his implications.

The next thing she knew, she was placed gently on her bed that had white sheets and he lightly lifted her chin, “I will rectify this issue and I will treat you well, but I expect the same from you.”

She didn’t even know why, she just nodded.

He kissed her neck, “I mean I don’t want you cheating on me, wife.”

Raven snapped out of whatever trance he induced in her. She poked his shoulder harshly, “Shouldn’t I say that to you?”

He lifted his head from her neck and raised a brow at her, “And why is that?”

She frowned, “Business meetings? Women and half their tits out bouncing to get your attention?”

He chuckled casually, “I don’t think that is a business meeting, beloved.”

She choked, oh how easy it was for him to pull out a pet name for her out of thin air.

He stroked her jaw, “Don’t you think it suits you? Beloved?”

She couldn’t answer, she couldn’t even look at him. But she felt that her face was crimson red.

“We will discuss other details later, for now,” His hands found their way under her shirt and to her slim waist. “Let’s have our long-awaited wedding night.”

He was overbearing. She knew this the moment she met him. And as he tossed and turned her for hours, all she could think about was how right she was.

He was so overbearing.

He did make her feel good though. And tired.

Raven sighed as she woke, she remembered that she had a class. She tried to get out but strong arms wrapped around her.

“Where are you going?” He sounded displeased and even though her mind told her to obey, even though she was sore, she knew she had a class. So, she fought through her desire to comply with whatever he would demand of her.

“I have a class.” She mumbled trying not to shy away from his presence. She was her own person before she met him.

The strong arms that she was wrapped around with were starting to feel familiar to her and he easily pulled her back to his chest. He twisted a little, trapping her between his body weight and the bed.

“Skip it.” He just mumbled back, lips finding her neck.

“I have never skipped a class in my life.” She struggled to escape his stronghold as she spoke.

“Well, there is always a first.” He answered back and she sighed loudly. “Your husband came all the way here to Metropolis to see you. We’ve been apart for long enough. You can afford to skip a class.”

She pinched his arm hoping he would let her go, but he didn’t even flinch.

“We didn’t get the chance to get to know each other. Why don’t we take this fine opportunity, dear beloved wife?” He whispered into her ear and she stiffened. She felt him angle her body so that her butt touched his growing erection.

She gulped, “You seem to like giving me a lot of pet names.” She tried to focus on other things and refused to move an inch, but he had other plans.

He pressed himself against her supple ass, rendering her nonmovement useless, “I think ‘beloved’ suits you the most, but I have to get used to the idea of having a wife. With that said, you should call me husband so the idea doesn’t get forgotten, don’t you agree, beloved wife?” He blew against her ear.

Raven’s eyes were swimming, she couldn’t focus, not with the goliath poking at her butt.

“Wife?” He sang grinding against her with one stroke of his hips and she gasped and gripped the sheets. She couldn’t see how his lips curled up cunningly.

He really was overbearing. And she was married to him.

When he was done with prying and probing every inch of her body, yet again, he studied the woman before him. She was laying on her back on the bed, her legs spread before him forming an M, her chest rose and fell carefully with eyes glazed and lips ajar. He was kneeling in front of her between her open legs.

His hand traced her collarbone then went down between her breasts and pressed her lower abdomen as he watched his cum slip out of her slit. A soft moan came out from her lips.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up, not with desire but a sharpness that could not be identified as a good or bad sign.

“Are you on birth control?” The question from his lips made Raven wake up from her trance. She propped herself up quickly with wide eyes.

She gasped, “Oh my god! No!”

The sharpness in his gaze turned dark. “Do you not want children?” His jaws tightened but his companion did not notice this.

“Of course not!” She pulled away from his touch as she twisted and tried to get off the bed. “I have to finish university; I don’t want to be pregnant yet.”

Damian looked pleased with her answer, ‘yet’ was the word that calmed him, not that she noticed his distress. His hand wrapped around her ankle and she was suddenly pulled back to the bed, putting her in the same position she was previously laying.

She looked at him confusedly.

“I will have someone buy you some pills, so don’t worry about it.” He simply stated and all she could do was study him. “But I would like you to decide on what kind of birth control you would prefer in the long run.”

“Okay.” She quietly answered, she didn’t know why but it felt like he was talking to her like a business partner. Although to be fair, their marriage is business for their families.

He leaned down to her, “I don’t mind you getting pregnant, after all, you are my wife and there is nothing wrong with that. But since you want to focus on your studies, I will adhere to your wishes.”

With the way he looked at her, she was really convinced that this was merely business for him.

“Alright. I understand.” She repeated meekly.

Damian felt that she sounded like a schoolgirl being scolded by her teacher and he sighed. He then lifted her chin with his fingers.

“Raven,” He called her name and she looked up surprised, eyes locked onto his lips, “You are my wife, and I respect our union even if this marriage is arranged. I will treat you the way you deserve. Do not doubt that.”

She gulped nervously and nodded and he hovered over her body.

“I will deal with whoever tried to make us have this misunderstanding. You do not have to worry about anything. In the meantime, for now, we have to act as if we have not–” His finger swiped her crotch, putting stray liquid back in her, “finalized this marriage.” His green eyes were firm on her face.

He leaned back into her, his face just above hers, “I will honor this marriage and I hope you can do the same.”

She nodded and he frowned, tugging at her chin and tilting her head closer to his face, “I need words, beloved.”

“I will honor this marriage.” She answered quietly, chest rising from the tension he was causing.

He smiled and it took her breath away.

“Good.” He kissed her forehead. “I will have someone buy us new phones; we shall communicate through them as well as acquire your pills.” He pulled away as he got off the bed.

“It’s best we still keep our old phones and use the new ones to exclusively communicate with one another. We would need to make whoever is behind this plot think we haven’t made contact. And I came here in secret if you are wondering.” He explained as he picked up his phone. He could feel her eyes on him.

Was it bad that Raven kind of felt like she just made a deal with the devil?

Damian then got back onto the bed and pinned her down.

“Why did it sound like you don’t want my kids?” He suddenly asked, his sharp eyes studying her, “Other than school.”

“I’m a virgin.” She just answered instantly and he looked like he got punched.

He pulled away, the confusion on his face clear, “What?” His eyes studied her legs.

“What, looking for blood?” Her voice sounded on edge, “Men are always the same.”

She could feel his annoyance as he said, “It’s not like that.”

There was indeed an absence of blood and there was no complaining about pain. A common idea of how female virgins act when their virginity is taken from them.

He brought his lips against her ear, “You seemed to know what you were doing.” His tongue flickered on her ear.

She had placed a hand on his chest and his hand captured her fist. “It seems like you and I are very sexually compatible.” His teeth tugged at her reddened ear.

She couldn’t answer him, she didn’t know how to. There was a voice in the back of her head agreeing to his words.

And as if to prove their sexual compatibility he fucked her again. Oh and how he did her good.

“Fuck!” She swore, forcing herself to roll off of him after another round of his probing.

He groaned in disapproval. “Where are you going?” He asked her, his belly lying on the bed.

“I told you I had class.” She glared but struggled to get up. And she looked like she was about to cry, she was so sore. Who said having sex with their husband is magical? She pressed her lips as she sat up.

It was magically painful in ways she didn’t think that her body could possibly ache.

Damian honestly enjoyed seeing her struggle and seeing her bare breasts– among the general bareness of such a beautiful body.

“You know you don’t really need to go to classes physically. You can still get your degree while you're in Gotham.” He drawled, flipping over, not attempting to pull her back into bed which she was grateful for.

His words, not so much.

She glared at him as she stood up gasping with wide eyes and finding her balance, “I’m sorry we can’t be like you– graduating uni at age sixteen.” She hissed, “Oh my gosh.” She whispered leaning on her nightstand.

He shifted in the bed and she suddenly added as she turned away from him, “We can’t all have two degrees–”

“Three actually.” He cut her off and she turned to glare at him.

“Besides, I like seeing my classmates and teachers.” She added gently but the discomfort was clear in her face and in the way she moved or lack thereof.

“I didn't. Which was why I finished uni as fast as I could. Father, however, did not enjoy it and kept putting me to school.” He shrugged and pressed his lips when his wife’s face told him to shut up.

“I’m sorry for being dumb.” She muttered and he didn’t know how to respond.

“If you want to go to school, I won’t stop you. I advocate for education.” He propped himself up on the headboard, the blanket covering his lower regions.

He caught the surprise in her eyes and she nodded with a small happy smile.

“I will be right where you left me, wife.” He said with crossed arms, his eyes filled with joy from seeing his wife filled with marks he made.

And what a lovely piece of art he made indeed.

Raven absentmindedly nodded and made her way to a door at the side which he assumed was the bathroom. And indeed, it was the bathroom when he faintly heard the sound of water from a shower.

Once she was out of the bathroom, she shyly changed her clothes with an audience. She supposed she’d have to get used to it eventually. She changed her clothes with her towel still covering her up.

Raven was sore but she endured and had to cover up really well because of what her husband so graciously left on her entire body. She could feel that this relationship would not be easy or convenient.

Damian could tell she was having a hard time changing but she’ll get used to someone being in the same room. And he still enjoyed the little show. It was like peek-a-boo.

“I’ll go to school now.” She awkwardly said, her eyes trying not to look at him. His abdomen looked so goddamn nice. What the fuck!

“I’ll be right here, where you left me.” He smiled, giving her a little salute and wink.

Damian was really true to his words; he really was where she had left him by the time she returned home. He was on the bed shirtless and looking over papers.

She frowned at him, “Don’t you run a multi-million company?”

He glanced up from the paper he was holding, and she didn’t think he’d look even hotter with the eyeglasses he had on. For someone who was a virgin a few hours ago, was it bad that she could feel herself get wet at the sight?

She gulped down her desires as she anticipated his answer.

“That's what this is.” He raised the paper casually.

“Don’t you need to be there?” She tried to clear up.

He looked at her thoughtfully, she was still standing by her door. “I still haven't taken my honeymoon leave.” His eyes for the briefest second locked at a certain part of her body with the slightest hint of displeasure. But she had not noticed the very quick change.

She scrutinized his face and body language, was he serious?

He placed the papers on the side table, “I am all naked underneath waiting for your return, beloved wife.”

It took a moment, but Raven’s face turned crimson when his words sunk into her brain.

Again, he was true to his words, this was starting to feel like a honeymoon– the one filled with nothing but sex. She wasn’t even sure how she reached his side and how they got to grinding against one another’s naked bodies and moaning.

When he was done, and she calmed from her high with his body over hers on the bed. His hand slipped to one of her hands, caressing her knuckles. There was an absence of a ring on either of her hands.

Raven suddenly said, “I used to do gymnastics.”

He looked really taken aback, not understanding where this was coming from. Thankfully his mind was always sharp. He chuckled suddenly to which she frowned.

“Have you been thinking about that this entire time? While you were at school?” He asked after shaking his head. He glanced down at her and saw her serious face and he reeled in his laughter. “I believed you when you said you were a virgin. It doesn’t matter to me if you weren’t either. But now that we are married, again, I expect loyalty and faithfulness.”

“I don’t think I can handle being with another man with your libido.” She muttered, clearly not paying attention to her words and her eyes widened when she realized what she said aloud.

He laughed heartily, “Good.” He kissed her forehead.

She had to be honest, she thought he’d scold her. And then she felt his hand caressing her thigh. Ah, there it was.

Raven was sure she was being punished, but fuck was he doing it so gently and all she could do was moan into his hand. He thrust from behind her with a softness that seeped into her heart.

“I hope you kept some of those leotards, I think we can make good use of them.” He whispered hoarsely against her ear, still pounding at her. His hips hit her plump ass.

He couldn’t tell if the moans into his hand were out of agreement or just pleasure, he was more certain it was the latter, but he had to cover her mouth as she had become rather loud. He didn’t want the neighbors banging on her door.

When they were finished, he wrapped her in his arms and whispered to the exhausted woman, “Which reminds me, I got us our new phones–” He stopped, noticing that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. He kissed her forehead.

“Later then.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.

The fact that she lacked a ring did not escape his mind.

Raven’s husband had been staying with her for three days. And she had no choice but to miss some classes because of him. Much to her dismay.

And every time she went back home from her classes, he’d be propped up on the bed naked, a blanket over his legs while he read papers and with his eyeglasses on. But now it seemed that he had bought a laptop.

“Oh, I noticed you didn’t have a laptop and printer. They are yours, but as of now I am borrowing the laptop.” He nonchalantly said. She absentmindedly nodded.

Raven did need a laptop and printer for school so she was appreciative.

He didn’t look up from reading his report, “Oh, by the way, I talked to your landlord. I told him your contract is invalid.”

“What?” She glanced at him. She was making her way to her closet, used to having company now, and was planning to change. She had gotten used to his domineering personality too.

He glanced up to look at her and she studied his face trying to understand him.

It dawned on her and she replied with an edge on her voice, “Because I wrote Raven on the contract?” He frowned and she continued on, “You are making a big deal over that?”

He sighed, making her stop as she watched him take off his eyeglasses and placed it on the bed. She pressed her lips, the sight was so hot, that she couldn’t help but admit.

Raven tried not to avoid his gaze and tried to glare at him to focus that she was angry at him. The implications of an invalid contract were less than ideal.

“I don’t care if you write Rachel or Raven,” he said carefully and she looked very confused. “But you are a Wayne.”

He heard her gasp from where he was and she blinked.

“Would you rather resign the contract or move?” He asked and saw how she frowned when he suggested moving.

“I like my apartment.” She stated simply and he studied her room. He knew he could give her better.

He sighed aloud, it was clear to her that he didn’t like her answer. He reached out for a stack of paper that had a pen clipped on it as he offered it to her, “Here is the contract and sign in properly. I will give it to your landlord.”

Raven was surprised, she thought he would tell her to move. Her feet moved by themselves as she approached him and sat beside him as she took the papers from him. She signed Raven Wayne on the paper and gave it to him for checking.

She was nervous as she waited for his approval, head cast down. She didn’t even know why she was feeling like this or acting like this. She didn’t see how her husband’s lips twitched seeing her name.

“Alright.” He said and she looked up. She was still expecting him to tell her that she couldn’t stay here. From what she heard of Damian he was the excessive type. And with how he had been handling her in the short time they have been together, she can’t deny the statement.

“Oh, I have something for you.” He said and opened the drawer on the nightstand at his side. She tilted her head at him in confusion.

What else did he have for her?

Damian pulled out a black velvet box and her brows furrowed to show her confusion.

“I noticed you don’t wear your wedding ring.” He said and she stiffened and he opened the box. “I figure it’s too much for school.” He showed her the wedding set inside the box and her eyes twinkled.

“I had this made, I thought this was more to your taste.” He spoke as if they were talking about the weather.

It was a gold set of two thin band rings. One was a half eternity diamond ring and the other was a larger solitaire ring. This set was far smaller than the platinum set she got at their wedding. Being that the two-ring platinum set was filled with big diamonds stacked with another bigger diamond.

The design and appearance of the two sets were similar, an eternity ring with a solitaire diamond on one of the bands. But Raven thought the rings she got at her wedding were so gaudy she was embarrassed to be seen wearing them. And it would be too much for school as Damian pointed out. She was also certain she’d be robbed if she so casually walked around wearing the platinum set.

With Damian’s free hand stuck out, inviting her to put her hand atop his, he said, “This is just a mere placeholder for now. When I get to the bottom of who is trying to fuck with our relationship and when you are ready, we will go and have something made which fits both our preferences.”

Raven slipped her hand on top of his and watched him slide the two rings onto her finger and she was surprised by the perfect fit. Though, now that she thought about it, was there really something her husband couldn’t do?

“I was rather upset to see that you didn’t wear any kind of a ring as a placeholder to show that you are married.” He sighed putting her hand down and he reached out to his other hand playing with a ring on his ring finger that she didn’t even realize he had one on until now. “I always wear mine.”

His ring was three-toned, mostly black, but had gold and platinum on it. She would like to say it was simple, but with three colors on it, it clearly wasn’t.

“I’m sorry…” She couldn’t help but mumble, finding the new set on her finger with her other hand. “And thank you.”

He smiled thinly, eyes on her fingers brushing her wedding rings.

“Alright, when you figure things out we’ll go to a jeweler.” She mumbled and he nodded.

Just when she was about to stand up, he grabbed her wrist. And he pulled her to him.

“But now I must welcome my wife home.” He smirked as he watched her eyes widen.

Again. This man always gets what he wants. Though, he could have forced her hand and made her move, but he didn’t.

Maybe this time her spreading her legs for him was to show her silent gratitude that he didn’t force her hand and made her move. But maybe not, once his body touched hers it was like her skin was aflame. Memories of how good he fucks her would flash into her mind like a flash flood and she just can’t think straight.

And God, he really fucks her good.

They had finished yet another passionate moment and the two were cuddling in each other’s arms. Her head rested on his chest as she listened to his steady heartbeat. His hand caressed her arm.

“I think I know what I want for my long-term contraceptive.” She whispered, fingers playing with the curves of his abdomen muscles. For a second, she wondered if he really had a desk job as a CEO and all. How does he have time to work out?

“Oh? What is it?” He asked, breaking her chain of thought. He pulled away from her and shifted her in his arms so they could gaze at one another.

“I want an implant.” She stared at his eyes. She had thought about it. With his libido and her studies, this sounded… well sound. The best option so she didn’t have to think about taking contraceptive pills or injections on a regular basis.

She thought that he would say no, but he surprised her again, “Alright, I will arrange a hospital appointment for tomorrow.”

She thought he would say no, but she didn’t expect that he would set an appointment just like that.

Damian saw how his wife frowned and he kissed her forehead, “It is a good choice, beloved, I don’t mind you getting pregnant.” He squeezed her in his arms briefly. “I can take care of you and our child. But we have to pretend like we have not met since our wedding. I’m still looking into who is trying to screw our marriage up. It would be a problem if everyone believed you were fooling around with someone else and that's how you wound up pregnant.” He sighed into her hair.

He made a very reasonable explanation and she nodded her head that was against his firm chest.

Yet still, he didn’t argue with her. She was certain that he could have. He could get what he wanted by force. And yet, he didn’t.

His attitude was starting to become endearing for Raven, even his arrogance.

Damian has been staying in her apartment for almost a week now and every time she arrived home she wished and hoped he would have already left. At this point, it’s what she hoped for because his sexual libido was so high she believed she couldn’t handle it. But every time he made a move she couldn’t say no, like quite literally the word disappeared from her mind. And she winds up in various positions with him.

She was convinced that he was right about their sexual compatibility.

Again, she entered her bedroom to see Damian on the bed. The same way he always was when she got home. But it was clear that he was very upset over something as he read the paper in his hands.

Raven studied her room, she realized that their clothes from their latest rendezvous were still scattered on the floor. Only at this moment did she realize that he cleans up the bedroom by the time she comes back from school or even when she is in the shower, but he’d always be on the bed when she reenters her bedroom.

She picked up his boxers, “Put this on for me.” She tossed it on the bed.

It appeared that he didn’t even realize that she had returned. Whatever troubles he had, it appeared to be deep. But the moment she spoke, his face softened and he glanced at his boxers and scrunched up his face.

He clicked his tongue and she thought he would say no. But she knew better now, she should not approach the bed because he would have her on her back the second, she was in arms reach.

To her surprise, he reached for the boxers and heaved a sigh, likely a show that he didn’t like what she was asking. He got out of the bed and he was indeed naked underneath the sheets like always.

Raven quickly looked away; she still wasn’t sure how that fit in her.

“You act like you weren’t enjoying this just before you left.” He chided pulling his boxers on and her face turned red. She felt even more embarrassed.

“Can’t you learn to put on clothes?” She rebuked helplessly. He just chuckled at her response.

“I don’t have clothes here.” He innocently answered and she glared at him.

“I’ve seen your bodyguards or whatever the hell they are, I know you ask them to bring you boxers.” She crossed her arms as she looked at him. She was thankful he had bottoms on, but that well-toned body was still distracting. “You can ask them to bring you more than just boxers.”

He shrugs at her casually, “It’s not like I plan to leave any time soon.”

Raven’s eyes were starting to stray and so were her thoughts. She quickly turned around and cleared her throat, “I will make us dinner and I would like it if you are there with me.”

She didn’t try to argue with him as she knew it would be useless.

She didn’t need to ask him to join her, truth be told, normally he’d follow her around if she decided to cook or if she went out of the bedroom. But this was the first time that she asked him to go with her to the kitchen. She didn’t see it but there was a very happy smile on Damian’s lips.

“Alright.” He replied after clearing the smile off his face, sounding casual and whatever.

Raven didn’t take a peek at him because she knew she would swoon and if he laid his hand on her she’d jump him. She coughed to clear her throat and her naughty thoughts.

In the kitchen, Raven was cutting a carrot and he sat across the counter watching her in all his shirtless glory. His chest had claw marks from her, but at this point, she was way past being embarrassed. His choice of not wearing clothes for almost a week has trained her eyes and mind to the sight. Thankfully, he would wear his boxers when outside the bedroom, but other than that, he was virtually naked as he stayed in her apartment.

He had a strained smile on his face as he watched her.

“What is it?” She pouted, glancing at him.

“I genuinely enjoy your cooking and the fact that you enjoy cooking for me.” He emphasized each word and she frowned as she stopped chopping. “But I admit my palette is used to world-renowned chefs.”

Raven put down her knife, “So, you’re saying my cooking sucks?”

He approached her, placing a hand on the counter, and genuinely said, “No, your cooking is superb, beloved.” He smiled and she actually believed his sincerity. It felt like he was radiating truthfulness from his very pores.

Or maybe because the sex was so good, she couldn’t get mad at him. He literally just said her cooking sucks by implying he only eats from some classy chef. But they were married and already fucking so she has to endure his attitude, right? Fuck!

Raven was chewing on her lower lip and he placed a thumb against her lip making her stop.

“I am a picky eater; I won’t deny that. If it isn’t a chef I approve of, I don’t eat the dish.” He spoke.

She wanted to bite his thumb. And to think she had been cooking for him out of the goodness of her heart.

“It’s why I learned how to cook.” It felt like Damian had dropped a bomb on Raven. Her feet were unsteady.

“What?” She almost chuckled as she studied him, “You cook?” She raised a brow at him.

He smiled politely, “Yes and I truly love your cooking,” The sincerity in his eyes was something she could not deny. His hands found her waist. “But let me cook for you this time.”

Damian swiftly pulled her to him and their lips were so close to one another that she was expecting a kiss at the back of her mind. Raven gulped as her eyes locked on his mouth.

He turned themselves around, exchanging spots with his lovely wife. Then he pulled away quite easily from their contact.

“Alright?” He smiled at her and took a step back, reaching for the knife. “I can make do with these ingredients, but I will have my men buy better ingredients for you as always.”

Raven hummed a response, having no choice but to watch him. She went and sat down on the seat where he would always sit when he watched her cook. And damn it, she felt so fucking stupid.

Damian was cooking like he himself was some world-renowned chef! How the hell did he let her make him just sit and watch her cook?

She was utterly speechless and embarrassed. She must have looked like a buffoon.

When he was plating the dish he made, adding the last leaf on the plate he said, “Plating matters too, beloved.”

She wished she could make a snarky remark but the dish he put before her was so beautiful. With the same ingredients, she couldn’t possibly make such a beautiful dish.

Damian tilted his head when he placed the plate before her but she did not move.

“Le-let’s see how it tastes then!” She grabbed the plate and turned around from him. He could tell that she was embarrassed by how red her ears were, but he didn’t point it out.

“How is it?” He instead asked as he walked around the counter and slipped a hand on her lower back.

“Oh, God and I cooked for you?” She looked up at him with her back arched forward, eyes watery.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed at the sight. A similar image of how she looked right now overlapped in his mind, and it was a very very different kind of image, that of when he would confine her in her bedroom to have some fun.

He cleared his throat, “Sit up properly.” He gently told her and rubbed her back upward briefly. She instantly did what was told and he withdrew his hand from her back.

Raven was temptation incarnate for him. A seductress.

And what's worse is that she doesn't know how much she could ignite his desire for her with one flick of her wrist.

“I feel so embarrassed cooking for you.” She admitted in a soft voice and he was surprised.

“What? No.” He stood in front of her and pinned her by placing his hands on the counter that was behind her. “Your cooking is world-class.”

She pressed her lips as she looked up at him. God, his sincerity was intoxicating.

“I should know. I have expensive tastes.” He stated nonchalantly.

He watched her glance down at her plate with a soft smile.

The next thing she knew, her head was lifted up and they shared a kiss. A rather chaste kiss.

Maybe even the first chaste kiss since their wedding. Honestly, quite comparable to the chaste kiss at their wedding.

“I wish I could stay longer, beloved, but I am needed back in Gotham.” He confessed softly.

“Oh.” She grabbed her fork and tried to prepare a bite of the food he made. “Well, I can finally take a break from you.”

He wished he could get mad or laugh, but he felt neither emotion at her words. He did wish he could just be with her.

“Oh, don’t go celebrating yet.” He leaned to her, bringing his mouth near her ear. “When I return, you and I both know I will make you regret being happy that I’m leaving right now.”

Damian felt her body stiffen and he smirked. “But for now, let us enjoy our remaining time together.”

And they did. They enjoyed their time together, laughing a little. His hands strayed on her body but never did more. He had texted his men to bring him a fresh suit complete with all his accessories.

He showered in her bathroom and used her things. He smelled like her and it made her blush. He was adjusting the cuff of his white shirt from under his dark blue suit’s jacket cuff.

This was the third time she had seen him in a suit. He looked colder, yet still hot. He smelled of her and yet looked like the boss that he was.

Oh my God. She was gushing.

And so was her pussy.

“Oh, before I forget.” He looked up at her and she stared at him with wide eyes and a smile trying to think of anything but how he made her feel. “I will pay you back for the rent you paid on the apartment.”

She looked confusedly at him and was about to argue but he raised a hand and she pressed her lips shut.

“It’s my responsibility, and besides, I want to do it.” He looked at her as if he was inspecting a product for his company, at least that is what Raven felt like he was doing. He then pulled out his wallet and handed her two cards. “One is a credit card, buy whatever the hell you want, it doesn’t have a limit. The other is an ATM card. Your allowance from me will be deposited every month on the same date as our wedding day. I placed the money you paid for the rent of this apartment in there along with the allowance I owe you since you've been staying here since our wedding.”

She sucked in her lips and stared at the items he was holding out for her. She licked her lips and he patiently waited for her to accept it.

Raven wanted to reject it, but with one quiet glance at his calm face she knew he wouldn’t allow it. And the thing was, she was surprised that he even remembered their wedding day and was going to give her an allowance on the same date every month.

After a minute or two passed she nodded her head and sighed as she took a step forward and reached out for the cards. “Thank you…” She mumbled.

Damian was pleased that she took the cards and she could tell.

His hand reached out and cupped her face and she looked at him. He kissed the top of her head.

"Rachel Wayne." She mumbled reading the names on the cards.

"Rachel is your legal name. Unless you want to change it to Raven, in that case, tell me and I will have it arranged." Everything that came out of Damian's mouth was factual. It's just how he always talked.

"Wayne. I'm a Wayne." She muttered and he pressed his lips atop her ear.

"Yes, that's right." He whispered with a sigh.

FIN.

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BONUS SCENE:

Damian and Raven's relationship was pretty good. She was still in Metropolis over a year later and he'd visit her often since they reunited.

"Augh, I hate this city," Damian said, glaring at the city by the ceiling to the floor window in their apartment.

Raven rolled her eyes, she had known him long enough, he was baiting her.

"You'd rather I finish uni in Gotham?" She asked, of course, she'd still bite.

He turned to look at her thoughtfully, "I suppose it's safer here." He answered as he always does when she asks him if she should go back to Gotham.

He placed her safety a priority, something she noticed fairly quickly since they started a relationship with one another.

She no longer lived in the apartment where they reunited after their wedding; due to the frequency of his visits her former apartment became too small. You’d think he’d respect her space, but somehow, he started taking up so much space in her apartment that she had no choice but to suggest moving.

Damian of course moved her to a high-rise with a great view and space that was way too big for just them. He had come by to help her move and had stayed ever since, helping her adjust and arrange their apartment.

She was convinced he purposely took up so much space in her previous apartment so she would move to a bigger ‘safer’ apartment that he of course chose and showed her just as fast as when she suggested moving.

It seemed planned is what she was saying. But still, he had wormed his way to her heart that she could not find a flaw to what he did, that is if he really did it.

"You always say you hate it here." She mumbled as she reached out for his waist with both arms and embraced him.

"It's bright." He answered, enjoying her warmth.

She never understood what he meant by that.

"Well, anyway," She pulled her head away and glanced up at him, "I have to go, I need to meet some classmates for a project."

He studied her and said, "Why don't I join you?"

She laughed, shaking her head, "Your face is rather well known, I wouldn't want my classmates to be intimidated by you."

She pulled away from his hold turning around.

"I can wear a hat and sunglasses." He followed her and she paused then turned to him.

"Hmm… Alright." She agreed with a soft smile on her lips.

"I won't be a bother." He promised.

And as always, he was true to his words. When he went to the bathroom and was about to return to her side, Damian heard her friend ask why her husband was wearing a beanie that covered his ears and dark sunglasses.

"Oh, he is sensitive about his hair and he got a terrible eye infection..." He frowned at her lie.

He stepped out from his hiding spot and kissed his wife, "Oh, what are you talking about, beloved?"

"Oh, you know, how best to do this paper," Raven answered calmly.

He just smiled. But the moment they got back home, he pinned her to the door and whispered hoarsely.

"So, I'm balding?" He asked as he pulled the beanie off his head and to the floor. His black thick and luscious hair shone against the light coming from their windows.

Quite the opposite of what she had just made her classmate believe.

Her eyes widened in realization and she pressed her lips as she reached out to remove his sunglasses. "And with an eye infection." She whispered back seriously, tossing the shades away too.

"I will have to punish you." He said, pressing her by the arch of her ass against his hips.

"I know, for being caught." She sighed, and she could feel his erection on her lower abdomen.

He chuckled, "Well, for lying." His tongue licked the curve of her ear.

When the punishment was done and she was sprawled on the bed, lying on her belly, he caressed her hair.

"I hope you don't lie often." He told her with a dark tone in his voice.

She understood his implications. With how the two grew closer even if it was just a glance she could tell what he wanted to convey to her. He was the same with her.

"I don't lie about being married." She whispered, and his face softened. The answer to the question that was never truly asked.

"Good." He scooched over to her side, his crotch pressed against the side of her hip as he littered her shoulder with kisses.

She sighed, closing her eyes, but also refusing to move. If she moved the thing pressed on her side would wake up instantly and she'd be done for. Not that she couldn't tell that it was starting to stir. But if she didn't move, her husband wouldn't either.

"Which reminds me," He pulled his head away from her shoulder and her skin was relieved of the pressure pressing on her thigh. He laid on his side and she turned her head towards him with curious eyes. "I'm transferring to Metropolis."

"What?" Raven propped herself up a little with her confusion clear in her face and voice. He never talked about this before.

He should feel some form of displeasure with her reaction. At least he thought he should because it would seem like she wasn't happy with the news. But he felt calm.

"With how frequently I visit it seems impractical to stay in Gotham." He explained gently and he watched her eyes widen as a soft blush appeared on her cheeks. Maybe this was why he didn't feel upset, he knew her like the back of his hand. Unconsciously he must have known that her confusion was not because she didn't want him here.

"I made plans with Father, and I will be stationed here for the time being as you finish uni. Thank God Wi-Fi exists, it will make this transfer seamless." He smiled at her and she cupped his face.

"You'll be here every day?" She whispered, brushing his cheek with her fingertips. The excitement on her face was clear.

"Yes." He whispered back, snuggling near her.

Then suddenly her eyes widened in fear, "Then you need to control yourself." She poked his shoulder and he chuckled.

At first, he was afraid that she didn't want him here but then understood why she was scared. The fear wasn’t unfounded.

"Oh, whatever do you mean." Damian blinked innocently.

"I'm serious, Dami, if you expect me to spread my legs every day– I'm moving." She stared at him and the smile on his lips was wiped off his face.

"Do not threaten me, beloved." He responded, darkness brewing in his aura.

"I'm serious. I have school." She did not back down. She knew him and she knew he almost always followed her lead no matter what.

He sighed aloud, and then again while he looked away and then one more time. "We'll arrange something."

Damian reached for his wife's waist and buried his face on the side of her shoulder. But she could tell he was pouting. He had actually stuck his lower lip but she couldn't see that.

His libido was really something even after a year he didn't show any signs of not being turned on by her. Though, to be honest, she was the same.

The moment he'd pin her down and the desire was clear in his eyes, she got so wet. It didn't matter if she was exhausted from school, she'd strip without him even asking.

She recalled what he told her so long ago, "We really are sexually compatible."

He looked up from her side with wide eyes gazing at her and his eyes sparkled as a smile bloom.

"I have to agree, beloved." His love for her is clear in those beautiful green eyes.

"We'll make it work; we always do."

Put This On Me: Graduation Gift

Raven had no regrets about the birth control that she chose. Sometimes she'd wake up the next day after their midnight sessions thinking that she forgot to take the pill.

Then she remembers that she has an implant.

Her burst of fear of an unexpected pregnancy always came after several rounds of fucking from her husband especially when he goes all out for a couple of days straight.

Currently, she was looking out at the city through their apartment window in their living room. When she woke up this morning she had a little burst of fear, yet again. Which was why she was thinking about her birth control.

They've been together for almost four years but gosh was he built differently.

Strong arms wrapped around her body from behind.

"You're graduating soon." He mumbled against her shoulder and she leaned back to him.

"In a few months." She reminded him.

One of his hands was now on one of her shoulders and the other snaking down to her lower abdomen. "What do you think of a baby for your graduation gift?"

She froze. She knew there was a reason for her unreasonable pregnancy scare. She swatted his hands and stepped away from him. "Not yet."

He sighed and studied her back.

"I want to work first." She turned to look at him.

"You can work for me." He answered immediately and she rolled her eyes. Her eyes locked at his dress shirt collar and she took a step closer and fixed his collar for him.

"If you had your way, you would just have me on your desk panting and moaning, I'm sure." She clicked her tongue and noticed how he bit his bottom lip lustfully and she shook her head but still smoothened his shirt of invisible wrinkles. He had strong pecs.

One of his hands slipped onto her upper spine and slid down to her lower waist pulling her closer to him and she gasped, "Well, then what would my beloved wife want for her graduation gift?"

His eyes looked down at her softly.

"Hmm, I don't know." She admitted.

"Really a no to having a baby?" He asked again with a boyish smile. She giggled at him.

"Hmm, I will have to think about that." Her hand reached out for his black tie, then suddenly tugged at it bringing his face closer to her, "But while I do, you can use it for some sexy dirty talk." She licked her lips.

"Well, don't mind if I do…" He leaned down and captured her lips.

"Doesn't the thought of you pregnant as you get your hard-earned diploma hot, beloved?" He whispered to her kissing her neck and she smiled. She didn't mean for him to do it at this very instant, but God was this man insatiable. "Or maybe– imagine, you accepting your diploma with my cum tightly clenched inside you? Considering how often you are taking in my cock in your tight pussy.”

She choked at the visuals he was painting for her. She felt his teeth tug at her ear as he continued on, “How many times did you fuck me before going to school? Or how many times you went to your classes with my fresh cum still in that naughty pussy? Or when your first meal is my dick.”

Raven’s face was red. She was now regretting telling him to use it for dirty talk.

“Tell me beloved, what would be written in your diploma, Master’s Degree of sucking cock?” His voice had become hoarse and Raven was breathless, “Masters of my dick?” His lips sucking on her ear.

She regrets it. But she also felt the need to fight him back. She was also very embarrassed by his words. She tugged at his tie, making him pull away from her ear. She stared at him seriously.

“On the note of graduation day,” Her free hand brushed the buttons on his shirt. “Should I be completely naked underneath the graduation gown?” This time it was her turn to whisper in his ear.

She felt his body tense up.

This was something she knew to be a fact. Damian was the jealous type.

“In that case, I will buy you the gown and we can use it in the bedroom.” She thought she could hear his teeth grinding. The flirtiness disappeared from his voice.

Raven smirked; it was her win.

Another thing she noticed about her husband, he didn’t even like the thought of someone possibly seeing her in any potentially suggestive way. He rarely vocally object, sometimes he’d make a face, but she could always tell when he didn't like it when someone looked at her in the wrong way for even just a second.

She would notice how his cold face would change on a micro level when she purposely wore a dangerously short skirt or a really revealing outfit. But he had only told her to change clothes a couple of times since they'd been married. All of which were outfits she wore on purpose to see his bottom line. Still, he rarely says his objections but often she can tell when he doesn't like something.

She looped his tie around her hand, “In that case, we can pretend you're the professor, and I, your naughty student.”

It was clear that he wasn’t happy, “Is there a hot professor I didn’t know about?”

He knows her classmates and her teachers but Raven thinks this is the first time he sounded threatened by a teacher she randomly mentioned.

She studied her husband’s face, it seemed that he was riding his jealousy. “Hmm, hotter than my husband? Quite impossible.” She let go of his tie and placed both her hands on his chest as she rubbed his torso soothingly.

“Then why the professor suggestion?” He quietly asked and she sighed.

“I was thinking you were my hot professor.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he still wasn’t convinced.

In all the years that they had been together, he was often cockier than not, but very rarely he would show her this side of him. Uncertain and unsure, so opposite from how the whole world perceived him.

A man who knows what he wants and gets it without fail.

Damian was often gentle towards her. The only time he'd be rough was during sex. But unsure of himself? Rarely.

“About the baby…” She watched him carefully and it seemed to have caught his attention. He stared at her as he waited for her to continue. “In a few more years, I promise.”

She saw the small smile on his face as the uncertainty disappeared which turned to a gentleness in his demeanor that honestly made her swoon.

“A baby?” He smiled as his hands found her waist. “Then I’ll have to start looking for our future home with our children.” He said dreamily, there was this softness on his face that tugged at her heart. How could he easily make her swoon and wet in mere seconds?

“Children?” She ventured, eyes carefully observing his face.

“One is not enough.” He answered back in a quieter voice. No hint of doubt on his face but the volume of his voice might say otherwise. Yet, it was just factual to him, that much she could tell.

She smiled and leaned her forehead against his jaw, “Hmm, you’re always right, beloved.” Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he hugged her back with his muscled arms around her waist.

There was clear surprise in his eyes at her words but he smiled and pressed his upturned lips against her temple.

He was going to have a family with her. Even if their marriage was arranged, he was happy and excited for their future. He was glad he married her.

"Our fifth wedding anniversary is coming around the corner too. How about another wedding as your graduation gift?" He whispered and Raven pulled away looking up at him with wide eyes. "One where we profess our love and where we plan the wedding the way we actually want it."

She smiled brightly. "I don't think that's a graduation gift." And she saw how his lips were about to frown, she quickly added. "It's a gift for a lifetime."

She watched her husband's tan cheeks flush at her words.

"I love you."

FIN.

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A/N:

Well, in the book I read the couple got married, she got shipped out on their wedding night and they never met for like 3-5 years. Apparently, they tried calling each other but only to hear that the number is out of service. And the two knew each other since childhood tho still arranged (and forced) marriage, but still you’d think someone would go find the other. So, this is me coping.

And I still don’t know why they were getting ‘out of service’ when they called each other.

And then the image of Damian naked but with a blanket over his legs working on the bed with eyeglasses on was stuck in my mind and so I decided to use it here. It also makes sense to me in modern AUs that Damian is cocky. On Modern AU notes, I have like 3 on my drafts with cocky Dami because I was inspired.

I didn’t even think I would participate too, I wrote this in a few hours in a span of a couple of days. I am impressed but this is also rushed. And I do have some other bonus scene ideas floating currently in my head. But this is already quite long so, maybe I might dump it somewhere, one day. (11/16/23, I do not remember what I had planned, but I will keep this here, so I know that I did at one point. I think one was about the wedding.)

I thought that using the line “Put This On For Me” in this manner would be unique. Which also drove me to write, but it took a while to get there. I think the common thing people would think when they see this line is some sexy outfit. So doing the opposite really called to me.

And if someone is going to ask why the sexy is like that, I am still traumatized from writing smut. There was a time I was writing 5 different smut scenes back-to-back… it left an impression. I can write it if I don’t think about it, but it’s something I have to think about most of the time to write so…it’s hard… anyway…

Before I forget, the end of the bonus scene and the graduation gift, who said it is up for your interpretation, maybe even they said it both.

And to add, in my head this Raven attended college or uni later than normal.

Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Ciao.

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The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods

Disclaimer: Not smut more on domestic fluff. Mature.

Happy Sauce Weekend Folks: Vampires

Word Count: 8500 (I know it's so satisfying)

A03 Link for those who read there.

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Sauce Weekend 2023 Day 1 Vampires

The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods [ M ]

It was a moonless night; a long black-haired woman made her way through the darkness of the woods. She was cautious but nervous as evidenced by her constantly checking behind her. Lightning struck from a distance just as she turned her head, moving forward.

From the brief flash of the light, her eyes instantly widened when she saw a figure just before her. A hand covered her mouth as she muffled her scream.

The man before her studied her with interest. And as amethyst eyes met emerald ones, time appeared to slow down as they quietly stared at one another.

The man seemed indifferent; he wore black pants, and a white shirt under his black coat. His clothes seemed to be of the highest quality and he was in pristine condition even though the entire place was wet with dew.

Why was he here in the woods? He seemed rather out of place.

On the other hand, her long hair was a mess despite the braids that started from above her ears that crossed at the back of her head and kept most of her hair off her face. Her long black hair had become wavy as her hair had escaped the bun that she had on previously.

The hem of her dress was the dirtiest from soil and mud and her overall attire was a mess. Her hands were filled with dirt too and it didn’t help that her dress was made of an ivory shirt, a brown skirt with a black apron and to top it off from the cheapest quality linen. She really looked cheap in front of him.

Water started to fall from the sky and the woman could not help but look up. She had lost her bonnet as she ran through the forest.

The man looked up, “It will only rain harder.” The man extended his hand, “I found an abandoned cabin over there, we can stay there as we wait for the rain to pass.” He cocked his head to his left– her right and she stared at him.

Lightning struck again, and she was able to see his black hair and tan skin in that instance, then the thunder followed.

The woman nodded slowly as a shaky hand reached out for him. And as their skin touched, she couldn’t hold in the breathy exhale that came out of her lips. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears.

Just when she wanted to pull away, his fingers wrapped around hers. The exchange drove her mad.

“Come, I don’t want you to get sick.” He gently said and she noticed how deep his voice was. She nodded like a little girl as she let him gently drag her through the forest.

Her mind was elsewhere as he weaved through the forest, eyes locked at their connected hands. When she came to, the rain poured and she wondered why she wasn’t drenched. She studied her surroundings and was surprised to find herself inside what seemed to be an abandoned cabin.

How could she be so careless?

“You should be more mindful,” he said as he studied her in the dark and she frowned. But his thumb was caressing her tenderly, “We’ll have to work on that.”

But with each stroke of his thumb against her skin it just made her heartbeat and breathing even more erratic.

“You are mine.” He spoke clearly. “As I am yours.” He paused.

“I didn’t think I would have a Destined.” He spoke in a sad tone, which did not go unnoticed by the woman, however, her mind was more focused on his words. Which made her shudder, not out of fear, but because he knew, just like her, the moment they laid their eyes on one another– they were Destined.

Soulmates so to speak.

Two people who are destined to be together.

“I promise you; I will treasure you.” He spoke eagerly and he watched how her long black lashes fluttered over her beautiful eyes. He enclosed the hand he held with both of his hands.

Quite a gentle touch, she noted.

“Damian.” He whispered his name so enamored by her beauty.

And it took the woman a moment to realize that he was introducing himself to her, “Raven.” She shyly replied, her cheeks turning rosy.

His smile was bright even though they were surrounded by darkness. And she couldn’t keep her eyes off his lips.

Perhaps a natural thing due to what they are to one another.

“I have to tell you, I’m a vampire.” He confessed softly and he watched her lashes flutter again.

She nodded, “I’m a witch.”

An amused smile and then a chuckle came out of Damian’s lips, “Well, this would be interesting…”

And that was how they met, quite unconventional, they supposed, but they fell in love as it was natural for Destined to fall for one another. They then built a home in the abandoned cabin, where they exchanged names.

And that was where the two were the happiest.

It took time but Damian worked hard to rebuild the cabin and currently, he was repairing the roof due to a leak that he had noticed yesterday.

Raven was tending to the garden they made at the front of their house. She paused and looked up at the roof, “Please be careful.” She gently reminded him, her husband from his work on the roof.

The sweat from his torso dripped down his black pants as he glanced below and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm.

“Of course, beloved.” He answered back with a soft smile and she smiled back as she went back to tending the garden.

When he was done with his repairs and went down from the roof, his wife was no longer there and he frowned. The wooden door opened to reveal his beautiful wife and he instantly lit up, then noticed that she had on her brown wool robe.

“I have to go to town. I will go and sell some of my potions and buy us some ingredients and other necessities.” She told him and Damian was clearly sad.

He took a step closer, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead, “Alright, be safe. While you are away, I will go and gather some herbs in the mountains for you.”

She nodded and swiftly kissed his lips as she stood on her tippy toes and he was briefly startled but happy, “Be safe.”

He nodded with a smile in response.

“Be very careful, please.” She softly begged with doe eyes.

They had been together for three years but he was still absolutely smitten with her. She brewed her potions, ointments, and charms which she sold in the nearest town or village. He would help gather the herbs, especially the hard ones for her. Often their dates would be them picking herbs in the woods or other forageable items. And he treasured the simplicity in the act alone.

“I should go if you want me to come home before the sun fully sets,” Raven said and even though they have been together for years, she still gets rather shy around him. But he enjoyed it.

“I’ll get those herbs you need." He said and Raven glanced at him.

“You don’t have to…” Damian brushed his thumb against her lower lip making her stop.

“I’m a vampire, you are unnecessarily worrying.” He calmly told her.

“I’m your wife.” She stared seriously and he embraced her tightly. “I don’t want to be a widow.” She squeezed the words out of her mouth.

“I would never make you a window, beloved.” He pulled his head away to stare down at her.

Her face was red as she pushed him away, “I should go.”

“I'll be alright, be safe please, you know what to do if you need me.” He instructed and she playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I can take care of myself." She whispered and he smiled.

"Be safe. I will get you all the herbs I find." He said kissing her forehead again.

"I hope they will be herbs." She teased.

"I was taught by the best, is my wife not certain about her skills?" He pulled her closer.

"Of course, I’m certain!" She huffed and crossed her arms and he chuckled.

He reached out for her hood and adjusted it on her head, "I will return home. Don't worry, beloved."

She nodded and held his hand as they walked the pathway through their garden.

They stopped at the end of the path that merged into a slightly bigger path.

"Well, I have to go up the mountains," Damian sighed and she gave him a tight smile.

"And I need to go down." She answered back.

"See you in a bit." He squeezed her hand and she nodded and turned around.

Damian watched her go and stayed in his spot till she was long gone before he turned to go up the mountains. And in the shadows of the trees, the expression of a loving husband immediately disappeared.

“If my wife finds you, I will kill you myself.” He suddenly said with a cold voice.

And then two men stepped out of the shadows.

“Understood, young master.” One said as the two newcomers bowed.

“We do not mean any disrespect.” The other replied.

The two were wearing casual wear for commoners but Damian knew better. They were just trying to look unalarming in the case that his wife was to stumble upon them among other people. It was just simply to draw suspicion away.

“Young master, your mother has sent us to bring you back home.” The man in a blue shirt said.

“Home?” He gave them a cold glance. “I am home.”

The two pressed their lips together as Damian continued his way to the forest.

“Young Master, we insist. Lady Talia has demanded you be brought back immediately. She has stated that she is reaching her limit with your excursion.” Damian gave the man a deadly glare which made the man gulp to a stop.

“Pity, you will be going home empty-handed. I will not return with either of you. Don’t make me send your heads back to mother. It is quite sad that it took you this long to find me.” He glanced at them for a moment as he continued on.

One of them sighed and then the two both bowed.

“Young master has simply showcased his great abilities to be a master of staying in the shadows.” Another respectful bow. “However, young master, Lady Talia, said that you may bring the young lady home with you.” Damian stopped in his tracks upon hearing this. He turned and glanced at the one talking.

“Nonsense, my wife does not know who I am. And I have built a life with her here.” He narrowed his eyes warning them not to pry any longer and to ensure that the secrecy about his heritage remains a secret.

The two fell on their knees, “Young master, you are a Prince–”

“Enough!” Damian roared, “I swear this to you, if my wife finds you in these woods, I will not help you I will get rid of you myself.”

The two bowed even lower, placing their foreheads against the ground.

“We swear, young master, the young lady will not detect us.” They spoke in unison.

Damian turned around, “Well if you two insist on staying, I might as well make use of you two.”

Damian then gave them his instructions. He was going to utilize them to garner more affection from his beautiful wife.

When the sun was starting to set, he gathered the herbs from the two men along with what he had gathered himself.

“Well then, now that I’ve made use of you, you may go and report back to my mother,” The two bowed, “Oh, and if mother sends someone again, do know if you come as a threat, I will treat you accordingly. But if she insists on sending someone back here as anything other than a threat, I would love it if you bring me a couple of things. It would greatly help in putting me in the good graces of the young mistress.”

Damian smiled as the two listened to their master’s demands.

When Damian went back to the cabin, he had a lot of herbs and he felt proud of himself. He knew his dear wife would be very happy with his harvest. He opened the door to be immediately tackled by the small feminine figure.

“Did you miss me?” He chuckled but did not waste the chance to hug her in his arms.

“I do not.” She tried to pull away but he did not let her go.

“It’s okay to miss me.” He whispered into her ear and she shook her head.

“I just thought you would appreciate a welcome home hug after combing through the forest.” She said and was about to pull away but his strong arms latched onto her tightly or rather quite stubbornly.

“I would like a welcome kiss too.” He sincerely asked and she frowned as she tried to push him away.

“No.” She whispered, putting her hands on his chest to push him away. “I have known you for long enough to know that the kiss will become even more.” She rolled her eyes and he chuckled.

Damian leaned into her, his tongue brushing the side of her neck that she left exposed and her body stiffened, “Where else shall I seek to calm my desire? Are you telling me to look for someone else, my dear wife?”

His wife visibly frowned and pouted at the idea of him with someone else as he gave little kisses on her neck.

“My beloved, you smell so delectable.” His hand pressed and brushed the curve of her butt. His lips sucking on the skin of her neck.

She couldn’t control how her knees shivered and he held her firmly with his other arm.

“I need to check the herbs you brought.” She whispered helplessly.

“You can do it later…” He licked her skin again, his fangs retracting. “Beloved, I want a bite.”

She sighed and turned her head to him, making him pull away and he looked at her quietly.

“Fine. But you cannot look for someone else.” The pain was clear in her eyes and he cupped her face, brushing the corner of her eye with his thumb.

“Of course, I won’t, my wife is right here.” He studied her face and was hurt seeing her upset. “I’m sorry, I won’t make that joke again.”

She glanced at him and nodded, “I will check what you brought me later. You can have your bite.” She bore her neck for him by pointing her chin to the side.

He smiled then brought his lips near his, “But I want more than just a bite.”

She looked him straight in the eyes, “It’s always like that with you.”

“What can I say, my wife is rather irresistible.” He whispered, the lust in his eyes clear.

“I am more than your wife. I am your Destined.” She narrowed her eyes at him but the playful glint was obvious and it brought him joy to know that she respected their Destined bond even though it was clear that she was teasing him.

He smiled at her, feeling pride at her words, “That’s right, my Destined is irresistible.”

He seamlessly lifted her and brought her to their wooden dining table, placing her atop. He grabbed the hem of her ivory skirt, flipped it towards her, and hooked one of her legs with his arm as he leaned forward forcing her to lean back.

“So, irresistible.” His fangs appeared to shimmer. He wasn’t a werewolf but he still had a heightened sense of smell and he could smell her arousal.

He bit her neck which elicited quite the moan from her tender lips. He excreted the venom that was both an aphrodisiac and a chemical substance that made the victim more complacent and susceptible to suggestion. A good weapon for hunting for his particular subcategory of vampires.

Sometimes his wife would ask or ask more of the venom because the high was nothing short of intoxicating. She even said it made the sex even more intense.

He pulled away from sucking her blood and kissed her small wound and the general area of it but in a rather provocative manner. His saliva healed the puncture wounds. “I don't want to drink you dry.” He kissed her temple and she closed her eyes with a sigh.

The venom, even though quite little, settled into her veins. Damian was careful when using it as he had told her before, some of his kind would make their victims addicted to it. He didn’t want that for her.

Then his other hand hooked her other leg and with one pull brought her crotch against his, “I do want something else from you though.”

She bit her lower lip and his eyes stared at those lips.

He smiled waiting for her to finish chewing her lower lip before capturing her bitten lips for a kiss. And as the kiss progressed so was Damian’s advancements. He enjoyed his evening– or rather enjoyed the taste of his wife that was propped on the table. He enjoyed her moans, her soft whimpers, and taunting her to make her beg. And she would beg.

When the main event of the night was done, he brought his exhausted wife to bed.

His lips kissed her skin passionately, “I wish to put you in the finest of silks.”

She chuckled in return, “Only Kings can afford such a luxury.” Her pale fingers ran through his hair as she studied the man before her. He had pinned her to the bed which gave her the most perfect spot to admire his face, that is if he wasn’t kissing her body.

Her husband was quite handsome and she found that she could never get tired of looking at that face.

He stopped kissing her skin to look at her lovely face but she could see that he was unsatisfied with not being able to give her the best.

Raven’s small hands cupped his face, “But I love what we have built here. It isn’t much, I know and I’m sure you want to give me the best, but I am more than happy here.” His gaze on her was enchanting and she smiled at him sincerely. “As long as you are here, I am more than happy, husband.”

His eyes crinkled at hearing her call him husband and he leaned to kiss her jaw just below her ear, “One day, beloved, I will put you in the finest of silks and give you the best of everything. The world would be under your feet.”

She giggled and placed her hands on his shoulders, “Well, then I look forward to that day, beloved, but for now, let us enjoy our time here, just you and me.” She pulled his face to hers and kissed his lips, making him moan.

The evening was filled with more moaning and groaning as two already sweaty bodies continued their enchanting dance of intertwining in each other’s arms.

The room was small and so was the bed, but it was enough to fit the couple. The cabin was rather small itself too. At first, there was no separation between the bedroom and everything else in the wooden cottage but he added a wall with his sheer hard work to give them privacy. It helped separate them from the kitchen, the dining area, her potion-making area, and the small hearth.

She was fast asleep and he brushed her black hair off her face, “One day, I will give you a palace.” He kissed her temple and he heard her sigh.

He then brought her into his arms, her back against his chest as he leaned his head onto her shoulder giving her another kiss, “For now, I am happy where we are too…”

When morning came Damian was long awake before she was.

“Good morning,” He greeted her, kissing her shoulder and she rubbed her head on his arm that she was somehow resting on.

She then turned and looked at him with sleepy eyes and a faint smile, “Good morning to you too.”

The two smiled at each other and shared a morning kiss.

Raven attempted to get up on the bed and he frowned, “Can’t we stay in bed a bit longer?”

She shook her head, “The garden will not water itself, and besides I have yet to check what goods you have brought me from the mountains.” Her eyes twinkled at the mention of the herbs and he reached out and brushed the corner of her eye.

“It seems like you’re more excited about the herbs than spending more time with your husband.” He pouted and she rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head.

She sat up, revealing her naked skin littered with his marks made of passion and he sighed following her lead. Since he was the closest to their small wardrobe, he directly went to it. Grabbing a white chemise dress first as she went to go around the bed to him.

“Here, let me help you get dressed first.” He said gathering the hem of the dress to help her put it over her head.

She complied as she said, “Wear your pants and shirt first.” The dress falls to just above her ankle. And she saw his objection on his face before he could say a word. “Dressing me will take some time, at least be decently clothed, I don’t want you to catch a cold.” She cupped his face.

“I’m–” He stopped as she raised a brow at him and he sighed. “Alright.” He grabbed his pants and a loose ivory white linen shirt. She watched him put them on and when the shirt was on him, her hand caressed his chest where his heart beat.

Raven was more familiar with the kind of blood-sucking creatures that were more dead than alive, but her husband did not fall into that category.

“When we first met you wore expensive clothes I–” She stopped when he cupped her face suddenly.

He shook his head, “It wasn’t that expensive.”

Truth be told, they didn’t know much about each other's past. What mattered was they met at the forest and their future after their first encounter with each other. She wasn’t sure who he was or what he did and it was hard to pinpoint when he seemed to be a jack-of-all-trades.

She knew that he was, as he placed it, 'the perfect vampire' and now he just wanted to forget about it. She knew that he went through genetic modifications to be the ‘perfected vampire’ that he was. It must have been traumatizing, though he doesn’t mention it. But it was clear that he was very different from the common vampires that she had met or read about. He even appeared and acted quite human and his bloodlust– aside from taking regular bites from her– was rather controlled. He could practically live with animal blood for months at a time.

“You had them remade for me…” She recalled.

Damian had taken the clothes he wore that night they met and reused the cloth for Raven, a gesture that had touched her heart.

“It was worth it.” He whispered back, brushing her cheek. “Now, let me help you finish up.”

She sighed but let him help her. Once he got her outer dress on her, he started threading the holes of her girdle that were at the front of her chest, “You know I can tie them myself.”

He stared at her seriously and she pressed her lips tight. “I like doing this for you.” He carefully laced the girdle and gently pulled the string. “Is it too tight?”

She shook her head but studied his face, “You’re staring.”

He moved his gaze to her eyes, “I can’t help it, it pushes your breasts really nicely.”

She chuckled, “Is that why you like helping me dress?”

He shook his head with a serious frown, “No, it isn’t.” He whispered his answer as he continued to attend to her girdle, tying the ends of the string neatly.

“I believe you.” She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"While I tend to the garden, I'm sure you will play with your stick." She teased and she was suddenly pulled toward him by the waist.

"Oh?" He asked her and she tried to pull away, rolling her eyes.

"You know what I mean!" She huffed and he chuckled letting her go.

"Let me help you with your hair." He stated, changing the topic.

And she sighed and turned to sit on the bed. He grabbed a hairbrush and carefully brushed her hair. He was adept with braiding her hair and after that, he gathered it all up at the back of her head.

"That will keep the strands away from your face while you garden and do other things." He smiled as he tied a white silk ribbon on her hair.

She turned to face him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, "Thank you."

He gently smiled at her, "Well, the least I can do after last night." He teased and she shook her head giggling. "Oh, don't forget to check the herbs I painstakingly gathered."

At the mention of the herbs, her eyes lit up. And he couldn't help but feel jealous.

“But first let's put on our shoes.” He added softly trying to dispel the unreasonable jealousy that he was feeling. His wife hummed in agreement.

As usual, as it was something she was used to, Raven sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her husband to get her shoes while she lifted her skirt to her knees.

He smiled when he saw her and knelt on the floor as he always does. He lifted a foot and kissed it.

“My feet are dirty.” She whispered helplessly, just out of habit. He never listens to her remarks.

He chuckled and kissed her foot again simply shaking his head as he placed her sock on her foot. And he did the same with her other foot.

“Even if you are covered with mud, I can't help but worship you.” He whispered as he looked up at her with gentle eyes. A soft blush on her face.

Raven watched her husband put on her shoes quietly and he tied her laces with gentleness. She watched him put on his shoes and recalled how he didn't like it if she attempted to do the same for him, so instead, she'd watch him as he haphazardly put on his socks and his shoes as he always does.

He'd place his foot on the wooden edge frame of their bed and that was when she could tie his laces for him. Something she had to fight very hard with so that he'd allow her to do it.

“I don't like you serving me.” He told her.

“I'm your wife, who else should serve you?” She asked back and, in his eyes, there seemed to be so many things he wanted to tell her, but he ultimately sighed and that was the end of the argument.

She won her right to lace his shoes, just as long as she remained seated.

He would never allow her to kneel before him unless of course, it was for a very specific thing that only she could do for him. He used specific words as he brazenly pointed out to her– the only way she’d get to be kneeling between his knees.

When she was done, she got up happily.

"Oh! Let's see what you got me!" There was a jump in how she ran out to find the bag and he sighed, following her out casually.

Raven was quickly putting her mind elsewhere because it started to stray on how her husband likes her between his knees. The only way he'd allow it. And it was making her feel a little flustered and admittedly hot.

She had already started pulling out herbs and laying them on the table designated for her potion-making. And with each herb she pulled out of the bag, her eyes sparkled brighter and so did her smile. You'd think he gave her gold, jewels, and all the riches he could get his hands on.

Then suddenly it stopped which made him frown. She turned to look at him with watery eyes. He was confused.

"Where did you get this?" She asked with a purple plant in her hand. "This is so hard to come by." She placed the herb on the table and ran to him giving him a big hug.

He didn't expect it and took a step back at the sudden embrace. He steadied them as he pulled her to his chest. You'd think he just gave her the world.

Raven squealed, "The potions I can make with this– of course, once we sell it, the money can last us for months."

"Oh. That is great news." He smiled down at her.

"I can plant the roots in our garden as it's intact and use just a bit of magic to help it grow." There was worry in his eyes and she smiled at him.

Raven is a witch but she had to control her magic because of the people she was running away from when they met. She didn't say who she was hiding from and simply told him what matters now is their life together.

The same thing he told her. He supposed it just showed just how compatible they are with one another because they seem to be very similar in their secrecy and preference not to pry.

"Just a bit, the people I'm running from won't find me. I promise." She pouted at him and he sighed, brushing her hairline.

"Your husband is well capable, if they find you, I will handle it." He kissed her forehead then pulled away with a playful smile. "Like you said, I am good with my stick."

Although all he knew was that she was running from someone. Still, that won't stop him from defending her with his life if needed.

She laughed and when it ceased, he stole a kiss from her lips.

"Don't I get a thank you?" He asked, winking at her.

"Was last night not a thank you enough?" She asked him and he sighed loudly, implying that indeed he wanted more. "Besides we have chores to do, later help me go to the river to wash our clothes. We won't have any change of clothes if we don't."

"Yes, wife, your wish is my command." He bowed to her and she shook her head at his teasing.

"Oh, heat the porridge on the hearth, would you?" Raven instructed as she arranged her trove of herbs.

"I should hunt for meat," Damian commented but still went to the hearth to heat their pot of porridge.

"Tomorrow." Raven glanced up at her husband kneeling on the wooden floor. "We have our chores for the day already. And I think we need to bathe; you smell rather sour now."

He chuckled, "You can wash up first then, after we wash the clothes, and I will stand guard."

"Or you can wash up with me?" Raven asked with a demure smile on her lips, though the suggestion was not innocent.

"How could I say no to such a suggestion?" He smiled at her. "I will hunt tomorrow."

Raven was tending to her garden while Damian was on the main path with a long stick and shirtless practicing his blows. A sword rested against their wooden fence. He called the sword a katana. She thought it was a rather odd-shaped sword. But she cannot deny that he was well adept with it.

She was just straight out staring at him and his sweat-filled body. She had many guesses about what he could have been before they met. Judging from his clothes he was a wealthy man. But then he was way too good with his hands.

"If you keep staring, I won't be able to concentrate." She heard him say and she blinked at him and went back to removing the weeds, her ears red.

She stared at the silver-colored ring on her finger. He had crafted it himself. He was certainly skillful with his hands. He repaired the cottage and the fence, he hunted, and he was good with weapons. And there was an air of prestige even when he was just standing around.

Raven tended to her garden of herbs and vegetables as she recalled how her Destined came home one day covered in dirt.

“I found a cave with some minerals; I can make some jewelry for you. I don’t have gems–” She had run to him and dusted him off, thinking that he had been attacked, and carefully studied his body.

“I’m sorry to worry. I’m not hurt.” He immediately comforted her obvious worry.

“Me? Worried?” She pulled away glaring at the ground, but carefully stole a peek before he could find the words to say anything more. “You can make jewelry too?”

His face lit up when he saw that she wasn’t so upset to the point that she would outright ignore him.

“Nothing fancy, I can melt this and probably only be able to flatten this up and make a bracelet, but I would love to craft one for you.” He enthusiastically explained. He noted the smile on her lips.

“Let’s set that aside, for now, I do not need jewelry. But which cave did you find this at?” She asked and he told her everything.

"I'm done here." She got up and he froze from a thrust with his staff.

Even the way he practiced his combat was precise and it was clear that he was well trained.

"I believe most men do not train daily like you." She couldn't help but say, it wasn't the first time she did.

He smiled at her and grabbed his shirt, "Well, I have a wife to protect at home."

Damian attempted to grab her for an embrace which she easily evaded, "Well, now you smell worse!"

He chuckled and she added, "Let's go get the clothes."

"I'll carry the basket." He responded, putting his shirt on.

Damian carried the basket of clothes as they walked to the river a few minutes away from the back of their cottage. They talked as they made their way closer to the river, sharing laughter, kisses, and smiles.

"Oh, be careful," Damian told Raven and she rolled her eyes.

"You act like we haven't gone through this path a million times, every time." She chided but reached for his hand that was extended to her.

"I treasure my wife." He squeezed her fingers and she smiled.

"Oh, I hear the river." Raven's face perked up.

And he sighed. "It seems you love the river more than me." He drawled, sounding like a sad pup.

She turned her head to him, "How can I not love that river? We got married there."

He smiled at her and the memory. Twirling the ring on his finger that he made with his thumb.

Raven had her guard up with him even after months of being together. And he did his best to flirt and worm his way to her heart. She resisted even with the bond. But eventually, everything would change.

One day he had asked her if there was a way for him to marry her in her witchy ways. And maybe that was what made Raven fully trust and let him in.

"There is a spell…" She shyly told him. "Are you sure?"

"You're my Destined, I want no one else." He told her.

He then shared his desire to be able to reach her if she was in danger and she shared the same desire.

"There is also a spell for that." She ventured.

Thus, the ore found that one fateful day, the one he initially wanted to use for her alone, was used to craft a pair of rings.

Damian went to the closest blacksmith and asked to borrow their forge or pay if he had to and made the set with his bare hands. Smelting and cutting it himself, it showed that he was serious about her. And she crafted her spells and used the rings to anchor their desire to protect one another.

She asked him many times if he was sure about their shared plans and dreams of marriage and in a heartbeat, he would tell her that he was sure about her and only wanted her to be his wife.

"The rings need to be bathed in water from three separate full moons. And on the fourth full moon, we need to bathe in the waters of that moon. As we say our vows to the Moon itself. The Goddess herself." She told him.

"Sounds like the best wedding." He whispered to her.

No one in their area wore wedding rings, at least that is what Damian started calling them when someone asked about the twin rings the couple wore. Then her husband would go on an animated discussion about why it is important for others to know that they were taken.

He was proud to make people know that he was a married man.

She was rather embarrassed as it was far from the norm but more particularly how this goliath of a man turns to a child when faced with the topic of his wife.

They got by the river and Raven tied the hem of her dress, her mind recalling how they decided to get married. And her husband recalled that beautiful night as he watched her fuss over her dress.

She wore her chemise dress and he, his pants and shirt, as they stood in the water by their ankles staring at one another with love. This was the first time she let him see how much she adored him. He didn’t think he had such a firm place in her heart until that moment.

He placed a flower crown he made himself on her head, "I'm sorry this is the best I could give you."

"I love it." She said as her fingers touched a flower.

He smiled at her words, "Shall we get married?" He lifted his elbow to her and she nodded.

"Beloved, where is your mind straying?" Raven tugged his shirt.

"Well, I understand why you love the river." He smiled and she smiled back then his tone changed, "We had many lovely and passionate times here."

She pushed him playfully and turned to stomp down to the river, "Unbelievable! I can't believe we're married!"

He laughed and steadied her the moment he saw her trip a little.

"Let's wash your dresses first." He said and she sighed. "I’ve been thinking. I think we should get you more."

"Damian, no. We should get you more clothes." She scolded him.

"I can mix and match my clothes. But it pains me to see you wear the same dresses. You–"

"Deserve to have so many dresses that you can't possibly wear them a second time." She cut him off. She had heard that many times before. "I don't want riches, just you." She skipped back to him, pulling him to the water.

"Now you better be helpful and wash the clothes with me." He pouted at her a bit and then sighed, letting her pull him with ease.

"Fine. No funny business, beloved." He promised her and she smiled back.

The two started washing and eventually, he discussed his plans to hunt, "I rather you stay home."

"What? I can join you. Didn't you teach me so I can hunt too?" She looked up at him with a frown.

"The forest hasn't been safe recently." His eyes brushed the forest, certain his mother's men were there. They better know not to look when they start bathing.

"Then the more I should be with you." Raven looked at him with genuine concern.

He sighed, "Alright."

She smiled and he added, "But if there is trouble, run."

"I know, I know." She pouted.

"I want you safe." He said and she looked at him.

"I want you safe too." She rebuked softly.

He leaned to his wife and kissed the side of her face. “I know. And I will always come home to you.”

Raven couldn’t look at him, so she cast her gaze down to the water, but the soft pink color on her cheeks did not evade her husband’s sharp eyes. He smiled at her reaction softly.

When they were done washing their clothes, he placed them in the basket.

"Let's take a bath." She urged him and he kept his eyes on the forest.

"Let me check the perimeter first,” Damian said, grabbing the hilt of his katana.

“You always do that, no one is in this forest other than us.” She reminds him every time he does his checks.

“It’s a habit, beloved.” He started looking at the forest with a frown.

“No one else is here but us.” She begged, but she saw how his hands tightened on his katana’s hilt and she sighed. “Why don’t we go back for now and bathe when the sun sets, I know it will bring you more peace if we do that.”

He sighed in relief and looked back at her, “Yeah, I would prefer that.”

Her hand was raised to him and he smiled as he reached for her hand to help her out of the water. She had become more reliant on him and he was sure that she wasn’t aware of just how much. He was nothing but happy with her reliance on him, it was quite different from the first few months they were together. Her resistance was obvious just as much as how the bond made her feel for him.

And the sparks whenever their skin touched were always there. Most times their minds won’t register the sparks because they have gotten so used to it. But it was always there.

She hopped to his side, “Well, we have to dry our clothes anyway.”

His eyes watched her breasts bounce and she clicked her tongue at him. He quickly looked away with her disapproval. He recalled always telling her to wear a partlet over her breasts but she insisted that it was too hot to do so and besides they were alone in the forest. He was thankful when she’d cover up more when they went to town.

He put on his shoes and she did the same, her foot propped up on a large stone, bending down and from his vantage point the upper part of her breast was quite beautiful.

She cleared her throat, “I can see and feel you watching.”

This time he cleared his throat, “You act as if I wasn’t worshiping your breast last night.”

She stood up and put her hands on her hips, “And you could be right now if you didn’t insist on checking the area first.”

He did not respond to her remark, instead, he said, “Well, let’s go back home and hang our wet clothes.”

Raven pressed her lips; she knew him long enough. If it was her safety involved, he would not budge. He had never broken his habit of checking the area before she bathed in the river.

“Well, then, let us go home.” She stepped into place, right beside him. And he picked up their basket.

The trek back was the same, a lot of laughter, kisses, skinship, and loving gazes.

“I love the smell of the forest.” Raven said, “Don’t you dear husband?” She turned to look at him.

“Wow, be careful.” His free hand was already on her waist.

“You always overreact.” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I do not.” He kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes.

“Since we still have a lot of time, I can start and brew some potions. I would need an assistant.” She studied his face.

“It would be my honor.” He gave her a small bow of his head.

She licked her lips and nodded, “Thank you.”

"Let's go, let's go!" She suddenly pulled him by his wrist.

"Okay." He smiled, letting the small woman drag him about.

When the two got home they hung their laundry on the line behind their house. And shared a kiss when everything was done. Held each other's hands as they made their way to the front.

His eyes brushed their garden, "Should I pick some stuff up?"

She followed his gaze thoughtfully and gave him a sideways hug.

"I can make do with what we have inside." She answered gazing up at him and he smiled, squeezing her back.

"Okay." He nodded, kissing the top of her head and she giggled.

The two entered their home and got to work. After a few hours, Raven looked up.

"I think I should make more of my contraception potions too, I'm running low." Damian deeply sighed at her words and hugged her from behind.

"One day we won't need it." He placed a kiss on her shoulder. His wife's hand reached out to caress his face.

"Hmm… one day." She bumped her head a bit against his, an act of affection. "But for now, I need it, especially with your high libido." She loudly sighed for exaggeration, pouting. She felt his chest rumble against her back.

“I am very controlled just so you know.” He huffed while tightly hugging her from the back and she laughed. He then rubbed his stubble against her face.

“Stop that! It hurts!” She wailed with a smile.

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Later when the sun had set, the two went back to the river hand in hand. Damian took the lead in the dark, his katana strapped to his waist, and Raven holding a small basket with their fresh change of clothes.

“I can see well in the dark.” She reminded him for the millionth time.

His free hand touched the hilt of his sword as he stopped and watched the surroundings before turning to her with a smile, “I know but I love holding your hand and taking the lead and making sure the path is safe for you.”

She squeezed his hand. “Damian, do you get tired of the forest and our small house?”

“What?” He took a step closer to her and cupped her face with both hands. “Why would you say that?”

She smiled at him vaguely, “You always mention big things for me.”

He leaned his head against hers and adored that she closed her eyes as if relishing his presence, “Because I think you deserve all the riches of the world.” He quietly told her.

Damian remembered the night they went out through the same small trek into the forest to the river to say their vows and do the spell.

He had just checked the perimeter and got the flower crown that he secretly made for her, his other hand holding his katana. And his breath was blown away at the sight of the woman who would become his wife. Although to be honest, the moment he laid his eyes on her, he saw her as his partner– his wife. There is no reason for him to deny destiny.

Raven had turned to him, hearing the rustling of the leaves from a bush he had passed by. She was almost mid-calf in the water. She lifted her dress a little, even though the hem was already wet as she smiled at him.

The sky appeared bluer than it usually was. The water seemed to glisten like silver as the moonlight kissed the surface. Her hair was down in soft waves as she had let it down from the strong braids that he had laced for her.

Raven could have been mistaken as the water nymph of the river.

And he fell in love with her more that night. He didn’t think it was possible. But every day with her was just falling for her even more than he thought he could.

Tonight, he had made his rounds to check the area hand-in-hand with his beautiful wife. And now the couple was by the river and he watched her step into the water which reminded him of that night yet again.

“What are you doing?” She looked up and gestured for him to come closer.

“Just admiring my wife’s beauty.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Always the flirt.” She muttered but there was a soft smile on her lips.

He removed his boots, eyes tracing her figure even through the chemise dress.

“Will you wash your hair?” He asked and she touched the bundle of hair that he had braided atop her head earlier that day.

“I suppose it is time…” She muttered and he got into the river.

“Let me help you then.” He got close to her and she turned so that the back of her head faced him. His fingers gently undid the braids as he combed her tresses with his fingers too.

Watching how her hair had become wavy made him recall their wedding night again. Where they placed the enchanted rings on each other’s fingers and shared a kiss under the sky with the moonlight that made her skin glow.

“Done.” He whispered and she turned to look at him, hands reaching out to his abdomen and she smiled at him.

“Then we should remove all these clothes.” She whispered looking up at him with her hands slipping under his shirt.

Their eyes were locked on one another, a gentle smile on his lips as the two lovingly looked at each other.

But good things always come to an end.

However, that story will be saved for a different time. For now, what matters is their time in the woods.

A vampire and a witch who met by chance and were destined to be together. Who lived a very blissful life in the shade of the forest that they knew as home.

Where being in each other’s arms was comparable to all the riches of the world.

Where the sparkle in their eyes showed the love, they had for one another that was comparable to the finest of jewels.

A place where two lovers could not possibly be touched by the cruelty of reality.

Don’t you think this is a great way to end a story? Just a little before the protagonists could possibly meet a tragedy.

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You have no idea how many times I have edited this and then added more little bits in this fic… if it looks and feels Frankenstien-esque, know that it kinda was. Also, Prince Damian had been plaguing my mind for days. You have no idea the kinds of shit he does to Raven.

And sorry not really smut.

And if anyone wonders about the spacing, every time I edit in doc from google drive it changes the spacing. I am too dumb to try and figure it out, sorry.

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Teaser (because I'm obsessed with the lines)

" A place where two lovers could not possibly be touched by the cruelty of reality.

Don’t you think this is a great way to end a story?

Just a little before the protagonists could possibly meet a tragedy. "

- The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods

Sauce Weekend: Vampires

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This wasn't supposed to be for sauce weekend, it's more on domestic fluff, it was supposed to be a Halloween special ish, but I'm so obsessed with this line. And I happened to finish it and I realized it has vampires like the sauce weekend prompt, so I can share it then, just don't expect smut.

I didn't intend for it to rhyme but it did and I think it's beautiful.

So, I have 2 fics to share for sauce weekend, both just domestic fluff really.

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The Beginning of a New Life: The New Member

JLDAW AU

1 : Damirae Week 2020 : BOUND TOGETHER

2 : Damirae Week 2020 : SOULMATES

3 : Damirae Week 2020 : MARRIAGE

4 : I remember You

5: The Beginning of a New Life: The New Member ( YOU ARE HERE )

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Recap of the New Timeline After JLAW

I woke up with a gasp, the air within my room felt heavy. I sat up on my bed as I wipe sweat from my forehead.

“Great! You’re awake!” My father says annoyed. “You were making me feel things I do not appreciate, child.”

“Like what father?” I ask just as annoyed.

“Miserable.” He grunts.

“Good. Because that is what I feel with you, and I hope you feel that too.” I mutter at him and he starts cursing me for being ungrateful. I ignore him so that I can focus on my surroundings to calm myself down.

I look at my room in the Titan Tower. Everything seemed normal, nothing was out of place. My father was right. I felt miserable when I had woken up from my sleep. Why did I feel miserable? Oh yes, it was because of my dream—no that was a nightmare.

The details—what were the details? I found that I couldn’t recall my dream. A dream? What dream am I thinking about? The one from last night?

I slowly lie back down in bed; it was still night out. I was just confused from being woken up suddenly by my annoying father. Yes, I will back to sleep now.

I allow the drowsiness to come to me. Today was a very tiring day, I need to go back to sleep. My eyes flutter back to sleep.

I felt like there were people in my room talking. It was faint, but it was a full-on conversation.

“Will I remember you?” A male voice says.

“Yes…” I felt something warm against my lips. “Unknowingly…” The female voice continues with a sad tone.

“Like the word at the tip of your tongue, like a memory you couldn’t completely recall, like a kiss from a butterfly…” I muttered as she finishes what she was saying, our words completely in synced. I wondered if I was having a fever dream. It had been a really long day.

“A feeling you cannot shake.” I felt that I had to hold onto those words. Yes. I have to hold onto those words. They were important. I know they were. I felt that there was even something more that was said before it ended.

Wait, what ended? My heart felt like it was being clenched.

What was it that I was supposed to hold onto? A tear slips from my eyes.

Why do I feel so sad? It was probably nothing. Yes, it was nothing. And everything was dark.

“You and I have become soul mates. You are bound to me as I am bound to you. No matter when or where, this will be true. Even if we do not know.”

I awoke with a jolt as though I was falling.

“Raven, hurry up, we have a new member coming!” I heard Garfield yell from outside my door. I gave him a hurried reply and I prepared myself to meet the new member.

“Meet at the yard!” Garfield yells outside my room.

When I got to the yard the Batmobile was coming to view from a far. I felt a tug on my heart, I couldn’t help but frown.

“Is Dick the surprise, Kori?” I couldn’t help but ask. And she looks at me with a smile.

“Of course, not silly! Don’t you remember? Today we are going to take in a new member—I told you all about this a few days ago.” The car had stopped in front of us and the doors opened. I saw black hair and my heart skipped a beat. “The new Robin, Damian.”

A boy with black hair stood before us in his Robin uniform. And my heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. And my eyes couldn’t help but follow a certain person’s black hair.

He looked different; It felt like I had not seen him in ages. He certainly looked different. But his black hair was the same. My heartbeat quickened as he approached. Closer and closer.

The black suit with blue over his chest suited him well. Dick and Kori approached one another and gave each other a quiet squeeze with their hands and I looked away awkwardly. What was I thinking, this is bad, this crush is bad.

I evaded the couple and somehow my eyes drifted to the new member. He too had black hair, and wore the robin suit. And my breath hitched at the sight.

No. Not again. Not this again.

But I felt that he was feeling perplexed. My face must have shown too much. I felt naked under his eyes. They were the color of emeralds– of evergreen trees– of a forest so lush that the scene would always take your breath away.

I was facing the newcomer but my eyes looked elsewhere.

“You must be Damian.” I said rubbing my arm, hoping he had really not noticed what I have been trying to hide for so long.

“Yeah.” He replied, and my eyes couldn’t help but flicker at him. I felt a different kind of breathlessness when I heard his voice and it amplified when his green eyes stared back at me.

In my mind, I saw a man with black hair overlap his figure but it was so blurry, that I wasn’t sure if it matched. I couldn’t even see his face, and soon after I could barely recall the image.

But I knew for a fact that I had seen very briefly the man I’ve been dreaming about. And that his image was overlapping over Damian. Somehow it felt almost so right. But didn’t I feel a similar thing with Dick and Tim?

I blinked in confusion. The thought disappeared from my mind. And there was just him. A boy I just met that wore such a perplexed expression on his face.

Even in his confusion, it felt like it was mine too.

He must have noticed. I looked away in shame.

“Do you—do you want help?” I offered, waving a hand at his duffle bags.

“Oh—uh—sure.” He said and offered me the smaller bag. Our fingers lightly brushed one another and I felt both our confusion through the contact. There seemed to be something there. No, it’s probably in my head.

After all, it’s a Robin.

This would only make it the third time that I fell for the boy in the costume.

I really do have a type. I couldn’t help but click my tongue silently.

“I thought you said he had an attitude?” I heard Kori ask Nightwing as I turned on my heel.

“I honestly can’t believe this. He actually even offered his bag.” I heard Nightwing reply. I felt Damian’s emotions turn sour.

“Let me lead you to the tower then, and your room.” I quickly said and somehow it quelled his anger. “By the way, this is Garfield,” I said as I pointed at Garfield. “And this is Jaime, and the one talking with Nightwing is Kori, which I’m sure you already know.”

I hear him hum a response as I feel his acknowledgement to the information and I nod. My pace was a bit hurried but Damian matched it well. I just didn’t want to see them. It hurt even more when I saw Dick from the back, the pain would be laced with the faintest hint of fear. And I don’t know why, I never know why.

Dick was Kori’s boyfriend. I don’t understand why I was feeling this way.

This obsession I have over men with black hair, must have stemmed from the dreams I’ve been having recently. No, to be honest, these dreams weren’t a recent occurrence. I just so happened to be more aware now. This man whom I have been longing for—for who knows how long– would I even recognize you?

When I saw Dick Greyson for the first time in his Robin uniform, my heart was beating so loudly. I was convinced everyone could hear it. But when his mask was off, I was overwhelmed with such great disappointment. The same thing happened with Tim Drake. I was at the point of wishing for this dream man to arrive already. But I could barely see that person, even in my dreams, everything was a blur. And the moment he slipped out of my mind, I instantly forget that I even longed for him.

You. Who has been haunting my dreams. Who are you?

“Raven?” Someone called out as a hand wrapped around my wrist, I looked up and saw beautiful green eyes. And I felt like the world just stopped for a moment.

No. Not again.

I quickly evaded his green eyes as I calmed my heart down and pulled away a bit too quickly.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude.” I added when I felt his disappointment and confusion.

“Rae, are you okay, you just stopped walking.” Garfield said his hand extended to touch me.

I don’t even know what you look like—this man in my dreams.

I looked at Garfield with a downcasted gaze and sighed aloud, “Yeah, just… you know, just worried about our mission…” I shook my head and smiled trying to dispel the longing I had for a stranger.

It was unfortunate, but the longing was more of a distraction than anything.

“Anyways, we got a new member. Kori plans to have a small get-together–” I had turned to Damian but froze as I stared at his serious gaze. The feeling that told me that there was this level of familiarity had gripped me so tightly that I couldn’t think.

“Rae?” Garfield placed an arm around my shoulder, breaking me from the sheer and raw emotion that was clawing at me. Demanding to be acknowledged.

“I’m sorry, my head is aching again.” I gave a little shake of my head as I touched my temple with one hand.

Garfield looked at me worriedly and nodded, “Why don’t I take the new guy around and you go and rest.” He glanced at the bag I was holding and took it away from me. I sighed aloud and gave Damian a small smile.

“Sorry.” I politely said and Damian smiled at me in such a pure manner that I was left startled by it. I nervously looked away from him and Garfield as I mumbled a thank you to the green boy.

I quickly rushed back into my room, I felt quite overwhelmed. There were just way too many new things happening. In some cases, some reoccurring things too. I can’t keep falling for each man with black hair. Well, it seems like it’s a natural course for my heart to skip a beat the moment I see black hair.

I sighed aloud as I slumped down to the floor against my room door. The coolness was oddly comforting.

This was ridiculous. I can’t keep doing this.

But it’s not like I was doing this on purpose.

I brought my legs to my chest as I hugged them and buried my face in my legs.

‘You are such a foolish child.’ I rolled my eyes at my father’s words.

“I’m quite well aware.” I mumbled, but I am sure my father didn’t know the details of my dilemma, just my general emotions. The thought was comforting.

‘I wonder what that orange-haired friend of yours would think if she knew how your heart beats when you see her boyfriend.’ I sighed aloud. Azar, I hope Kori wouldn’t ever know. I can’t even explain why I felt like this every time. I admit, I even started feeling something for the newcomer too.

Azar, make this end.

I squeezed my eyes but the image of black hair and a sunset behind the dark figure came to mind.

“Why can’t I see your face?” I whispered, feeling exhausted even though I had just woken up.

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Somehow Damian and I became close. It felt rather organic. Right even. Like it was destiny.

Sometimes when I see him I would feel my hands become sweaty, my heart would beat a little too fast and I couldn’t breathe. But this wasn’t new to me. I had felt this way for his older brothers too. It was unfair for him if he caught on to how I was reacting around him when… Well, honestly, I act the same way, around each other Robin that came my way.

I had to control whatever this is– because clearly this wasn’t love or a mere crush. It just seemed like a toxic obsession. And I didn’t want Damian to be the third victim of this yearning that has been consuming me whole.

It’s just so unfair. I just wish I could see the face of the man that has got me feeling like this, then maybe I can find him and not look for some replacement. Because at this point, it just feels like I am looking for his next potential replacement.

And I already feel so bad when I look at Damian and think: maybe it’s him.

This needs to stop. I need to let him go. This stranger that I knew I loved with everything I had to offer. It’s kinda funny–sad really– how certain I am that I love him when I have never even dated someone and love someone that way. At least in this life, all those were foreign to me.

I suspect that maybe that black haired man in my dreams was someone from a past life.

He must have really left an impression on me. Or rather my soul. For me to continue looking for him the way that I was. Too long for him and his presence.

But I need to let him go. I need to tell someone. And I know just who to let this all out.

Damian.

He wouldn’t judge me.

And so I did. I told him how I had liked his brothers but not how he himself was making me feel– the same thing as they had. Because whatever I was feeling for Damian was likely the same as his brothers– just a fleeting emotion that stemmed from wanting to fill a void that just can’t be filled in by just anyone.

I know that the only one who could fill the void is the man in my dreams. It had to be him. But I don’t know who he is.

And this is just so exhausting.

I need space to not be driven by this longing for a stranger.

And even when I decided to put up a shield so I don’t feel others emotions Damian did not judge me. I do find it odd how easily I bonded with him, but there is this strong sense of doubt that would tell me that maybe we got close because of my desperation to fill my longing for that stranger– with gorgeous black hair.

But that doesn’t matter now. I have made my decision.

I’m letting him go, and hopefully this longing for him would vanish too.

My days went by peacefully. It felt like I was freed from shackles that I didn’t even know were there until they were gone.

I felt so light.

So relieved.

Every passing moment felt more meaningful as I wasn’t keeping an eye out to meet this man in my dreams. I admit, there were times I would find myself thinking about those dreams– that I can’t really recall. And then there would be some thoughts that linger in my head.

Like how I know he had a nice smile, but it wasn’t like I could see it in my dream because the light was just too bright or the fact that he looked like a mere shadow.

But I knew it to be a fact.

There were times however, where I felt like there was a familiar gaze on me and I was certain that for a moment, it was the person I was longing for. And when I try to look for the source I see no one out of the ordinary or more like no one was looking at me.

I admit though, there were times that my eyes would meet the vibrant green eyes of Damian. And Azar, I admit, I desperately wished that it was him.

Then I remember that I thought the same of Tim because Dick left an impression that seemed to have caused a domino effect on me. Every man after Dick with black hair just screamed at me, seeking my attention.

Because if I didn’t pay attention to them, it felt like I wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Raven.” I looked up from writing in my journal, jumping a little on my bed as I was startled.

It was Damian and he looked rather conflicted. I was laying on my bed with my belly down as I wrote. I didn’t notice him enter my room or knock. But by the way he stayed by the door I could tell that he likely had been trying to get my attention for a while and opted to enter because he had something important to say.

I didn’t really mind. I often think about why I allow Damian to do things I normally wouldn’t want others to do. I think it’s because of his black hair. A trait I can’t seem to resist.

I sat up, closing my journal and waving it and disappeared, “Sorry, I was consumed in my writing. I like to write and let my thoughts out.”

Damian stared at me and nodded, “I understand, I keep a journal myself too.”

I was surprised by the information and a smile bloomed on my face. I casted my gaze down, trying to hide the amusement in my eyes from him. When I knew that I wasn’t giving my emotions away I looked back at him and he looked rather nervous which made me frown.

He was rubbing his arm and stayed at the same spot, his eyes avoiding me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked cautiously and his eyes flickered at me and I could clearly see the guilt. I found myself at a loss for words. It was almost like there was a voice from within me telling me that he should never feel guilty. He should never look at me like that.

“I didn’t want to.” He began and I furrowed my brows. I gestured for him to take a seat on my bed and he walked to me with guilty eyes.

He sat on the bed with his head bowed as he continued, “Dick suggested I ask for your help– and Batman– he… he ordered it.”

I pressed my lips, patiently waiting for him to clearly state his intentions.

He looked up at me and the guilt in those green eyes knocked my breath away. For a moment, I had thought that my shield was down. He made me feel that guilt with that one look. It felt so familiar too. Like I’ve seen him look at me like that before, but I know I haven’t.

This was the first time I ever saw him this vulnerable.

So why was the sense of him looking at me like that– so strongly wrong?

But I controlled myself and the emotion I was feeling. I reached out for him, my hand on top of his and stared at him earnestly with an encouraging smile on my lips.

He stared back at me for a moment and then sighed aloud, closing his eyes, “I know you had just told me that you placed your shield up,” His eyes opened and the guilt was still there, “And I understand why you did it. And I must sound like such an ass for saying this, but I need you to bring it down. I need your help. I didn’t want to have to get you involved because I know–”

I squeezed his hand and he looked down at our hands then looked up at me and I told him, “Consider it done.” I didn’t even know the details, but I trust that Damian wouldn’t ask me such a thing if it wasn’t important.

He blinked at me, “Raven, you don’t have to do this I–”

I smiled at him and he seemed to have frozen and I shook my head, “You wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important. So, what is the mission?”

I chewed my lower lip as I tried to focus, the way Damian was looking at me was making me think of the phantom man in my dreams. Almost everything would lead back to that man.

Damian was looking at me right now as if he was wondering how he got someone so great at his side. And I was being washed by this overwhelming familiarity and longing.

He inhaled heavily as I found him looking at our hands and he fidgeted with my hand. It was the first time that he did this but I didn’t hate it. Again, it just felt familiar and right.

“I need you to use your empathic abilities like a tracker.” He started and I nodded, low-key enjoying the warmth from his rough hands. “We will have to be undercover at Gotham Academy for this mission. Something is up and I honestly can’t figure it out. They were hoping your particular skill set can help.”

I was silent and he looked up at me with worry.

“I’ve never been to a school.” I smiled weakly while raising my shoulders a little bit. I understood now why he was so guilty. I didn’t want to feel others' emotions and here he was asking me just that.

“I’m sorry…” He couldn’t help but say, squeezing my index finger and for that second I wished he had intertwined his fingers with mine.

I shook my head to remove the thought from my mind, “You wouldn’t be asking if this wasn’t important.” I stood up letting go of his hand before I acted on my impulses. “I guess we have to meet Batman or Dick to be briefed?” I smiled faintly, putting my hands behind my back, still feeling his touch.

And how much I was longing for it. I hope it wasn’t clear on my face.

He nodded then stood up, his fingers fidgeting against each other as if he had lost something. He then brushed invisible dust off his thighs, “Yeah, they have prepared your cover in case you’d say yes.”

I smiled and then adapted a teasing tone to lighten the mood up, “I bet they prepared it knowing I won’t say no.”

He shook his head with a small smile on his lips.

“I mean, how could I say no to my leader?” I added, glancing at him as I took a step toward the door and it looked like his eyes were sparkling.

“You could always say no to me, I wouldn’t be angry.” He said and I was surprised with his words, causing me to stop in my tracks.

I crossed my arms and raised a brow at him. “Oh really? A lot of the members would insist that you have some favoritism toward me– and if they hear that, they will be very convinced about this favoritism you have.”

He laughed a little at my words and the laughter felt familiar. I wondered if Dick and Tim made me feel like this when they do these kinds of little things. I pushed the thought away. It’s always just me feeling this way.

“Maybe I do.” He shrugged his broad shoulders as he walked away from me, leaving me speechless.

“Well? Aren’t we going to Batman?” Damian asked, peeking at me by the door. I looked at him with clear annoyance.

“You really should keep that to yourself. The team would not be happy.” I replied walking toward him. He looked thoughtful and then ultimately shrugged.

I was annoyed. The small interaction I had with him right now, made me long for that man in my dreams. And this longing was even deeper than normal. And that is saying a lot as I knew that the longing was pretty heavy as it already is.

And yet also, I couldn't help but wonder if his words were serious. And if that statement was real, was I really his favorite or maybe it was someone else and he was just teasing me.

But if it was really me, then why me?

The thought of him favoring me made my heart flutter.

Did I even deserve it?

‘No. You locked up your own father.’ Trigon suddenly said and I rolled my eyes.

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Did you guys like it? Did it frustrate you? Well, I just hope you guys enjoyed it.

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