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anjanettexcordonia · 3 years

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Chapter 8: Thanksgiving

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

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Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; some language; suggestive language; self-confidence issues

Characters/Pairings: Liam x MC; Liam x OC

Word count: 1685 (+/-)

A/N: Liam annoys me so much in this chapter. But it’s necessary.

Disclaimer: Some characters & some scenes belong to Pixelberry.

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The next morning Liam woke to an empty bed. There was a note with a glass of water on his bedside table,

Early flight home this morning, didn’t want to wake you. I couldn’t find any aspirin. Sorry.

-Cam

P.S.

We need to talk about last night.

Liam rubbed his throbbing forehead. Fuck last night. He regretfully remembered every detail of last night. Princess Maria and he met in his study. One drink turned into two, they talked about the past. Maria apologized for her indiscretions and Liam accepted. He remembered kissing her before she left his study. FUCK! How could I be so stupid. Liam shot out of bed looking for his cellphone. He needed to call Cami and explain before things got worse. He remembered yelling at her. He remembered her asking him if he still loved Maria. Idiot! Liam chastised himself for his stupidity the previous night. Cami’s phone was going straight to voicemail. She must’ve already be in the air. He had no idea of her flight planes except she left a couple days early. For good reason.

Liam dressed for the day. He decided he would call Cami tonight when he knew for sure her flight had landed. He headed for his study to try and make sense of the night before. Mostly he needed to find something to keep him busy. “Prince Liam,” Liam was confused that his father, brother, and Princess Maria were waiting for him in his study. “Your Majesty.” Liam bowed to King Leo. “Father, Prinkípissa” he nodded to Constantine and Maria, “What’s going on?” “The Princess here told us of your rekindled relationship,” Leo raised his eyebrow at Liam. “And on behalf of Queen Mother Regina and myself we would like to congratulate you both my boy.” Constantine clapped him on the back. “Maria, no, I.. uhh.. I.” “Liam, can I talk to you in private.” Leo interjected and pulled Liam into the hallway. “Li, are you sure about this? I’ll banish her if you want.” “Fuck, Leo, Cami was here, Maria showed up.. I got drunk.. I kissed her. But I’m in love with Cami.” “Tell her Li now. She’s telling everyone. Cami finds out and you’re fucked little brother.” Liam rubbed his chin and exhaled deeply. “Father, I need to speak with Maria in private.” “Good luck, son. Perfect timing that the American left.” Constantine clapped Liam on the back and gave him a large grin. Liam nodded his head with a half grin.

Leo and Constantine left Liam and Maria alone in Liam’s study. “Maria, you and I.. aren’t going to work out. I’m sorry.” “Liam, just wait. The night you proposed I was confused. I never thought we had a future. Now I see things differently. I had to find my way back to you. syngnómi” “Find your way back to me? By riding someone else’s dick? One of MY security detail?” Liam scoffed. “Is this about the American?” “Excuse me?” Liam’s voice rose an octave. “It is, isn't it? She’s holding you back. Amerikanoí” “I don’t know what her and I are but it’s none of your fucking business.” Liam seethed. “Liam,” Maria calmly spoke, “this isn’t over.” “Just get out Maria.” Liam sat in his chair with his head in his hands. “I’m going back to Greece for a few weeks. Maybe the time will give you some perspective. Se agapó.”

Liam spent the next two weeks torn between his feelings. He longed for Cami, but he also felt something for Maria. The something he didn’t know what it was. He spent most of his time drowning his feelings. He would be going to America for thanksgiving with Cami. Her family would be going on a trip abroad so she was planning a traditional thanksgiving for the two of them. Liam arrived at Cami’s apartment a few weeks later just the day before thanksgiving. He had put off coming sooner in fear of what seeing her was going to do to him. They had decided to have the conversation they left in Cordonia after the masquerade ball in person over the holiday.

“Camilla?” Liam walked into her apartment the evening before the holiday. The smell of turkey took over his senses. “Hey baby! I missed you!” Cami was in a more cheerful mood than Liam had, expected bringing weightlessness over him. Cami stood on her tiptoes and planted a sweet wet kiss on Liam’s lips that sent a tingle down his spine. He dropped his bags at his feet and picked her up and carried her to the kitchen counter. Their lips connected in a passion neither had felt before. Liam could feel himself coming alive like never before as he touched every inch of velvet skin. He lifted her to the counter and dropped to his knees running a finger over her laced cover center. “Liam,” Cami moaned. He slid her panties to the side with his fingers and slipped a tongue into her wet slit. He licked and lapped at her clit until her body was quivering. He moaned as he nibbled her clit sending Cami over the edge as she covered his lips and tongue in her nectar. “Liam, fuck me now.” Cami screamed. She lifted her hips so he could pull her red laced thong off. He kicked his dress pants off and slid his hand up the length of his cock coating it with his precum. He bit his lip as he looked at Cami, sitting with her legs spread on the kitchen counter fully exposed to him, with her palms against the counter as she leaned on her shoulders. He slowly pushed his engorged head into her, then with a hard thrust he pumped into her. Cami screamed at the welcome intrusion. “Fuck me, my Prince.” Liam gripped her thighs as he pumped into her watching himself disappear into her. “You’re so fucking tight,” Liam moaned,“Fucking you feels like home.” He rubbed circles on her clit and picked up the pace of his deep thrusts. He felt her walls start to flutter. He pushed Cami back until her back was flat on the counter surface. She lifted her legs to his shoulders granting him deeper access to her body. “Cum for me baby.” At his words, Cami came unglued. He leaned down swallowing her screams for him. His thrusting came more frantic until he shot his strings of milky seed deep within her.

They laid on the kitchen floor listening to the sound of each other’s heartbeat and the slight sizzle coming from the oven that was cooking the turkey for tomorrow’s holiday. “Cami, I think we should talk.” Liam mumbled as he ran his fingers through her silky locks sprawled across his chest. “About the night before I left?” “Yes.” Cami and Liam stood. Liam threw his pants back on and Cami pulled his dress shirt over her head. They made their way to the living room’s white plush couch and sat down facing each other. “I think I should start by explaining my past relationship with Maria. I know I haven’t been very forth-coming about it.” “You haven’t at all.” Cami snapped already irritated by the direction of their conversation. “She and I we’re together for two years. We were expected to get married. I expected we would get married. The night I proposed, I caught her in a compromising position with one of my security detail.” “Is that why you don’t have security?” “It is.” “She broke my heart and made a fool of me in front of my entire country.” “I’m sorry, Liam.” “I’m not. It led me to you. The past few weeks, I’ve been conflicted about my choices since Maria’s return at the Masquerade Ball.” “You’ve been conflicted?” Cami asked, confused. “The night before you left, she kissed me.” “She kissed you?” Cami’s eyes grew wise, she could feel the bile forming in her throat. “SHE KISSED YOU?” Cami screamed with rage. “I realize now, it meant nothing. It’s you Cami.” “You realize NOW? You yelled at me that night, you made me feel like I did something wrong. I pried too much. Your world and mine are much different.” Cami turned her head trying to hide the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry Cami, I should have told you.” “Cami, no, I love you.” “NO YOU DO NOT GET TO SAY THAT.” Camilla stormed to her bedroom and slammed the door. Liam ran after her, hearing the lock click as he reached the door. “Camilla, open the door please.” “Get out Liam.” “No, Cami open the door.” “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT.” “I AM NOT GOING ANY-FUCKING-WHERE, NOW OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR.” Liam bellowed. His temper getting the best of him. Cami ignored his pounding. “I’LL BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN.” Cami slung the door open, her face was swollen and red from crying. She had put on shorts and a t-shirt. She threw his shirt in his face and dug her pointer finger into his chest, “You’re no better than your precious princess. You can have her. Get out of my apartment. New York. MY FUCKING LIFE.” Liam stumbled back as she pointed her finger into his chest pushing him back towards the living room. “Good thing you didn’t unpack.” She quirked an eyebrow and turned and marched back to her room slamming the door again. “Fuck you Camilla Whatever this is, it’s fucking over.” Liam yelled seething through his anger. “Whatever this was?” Cami stormed back out of her room, “Whatever this WAS… if you don’t know.. You’re right.. This is OVER!” Cami screamed with tears running down her face. She ran to the oven and pulled the small turkey out of the oven. “Here’s your fucking traditional Thanksgiving, asshole.” She threw the turkey in Liam’s direction. “You’re fucking crazy Camilla.” She opened the door and threw his bags into the hallway. “Get out.” Liam grabbed his bags and walked out of the apartment building. He loved her, why couldn’t she see it? What did he do so wrong?

#trr #theroyalromance #princeliam #liamxmc #liamxoc #cordonia #thanksgiving #fanfiction #ff #fanfic #choices #pixelberry #turkeys #toxic #kingleo #toxicrelationships #angsty

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redhoodieone · 4 years

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Star-Crossed Universe

A/N: Yes!!! I’M BACK!!! This project has been on the back burner for so long and its finally time to upload it on here. I’m not sure what you all will think but hey...it’s fan fiction and everything and anything goes.

Warnings: Language, Humor (bad and good jokes), Sexual Conversations, and an ultimate Team-Up.

Plot: When Y/N is thrown into a mission way out of her league, she, and magician best friend Zatanna must stop strong demonic forces from entering earth through an unknown portal that John Constantine may have opened. With the assistance from the Dark Knight himself, a mysterious 1967 black Impala arrives in Gotham just when things start to go to hell. But who called the Winchesters? Why is there a clairvoyant bond between Y/N and Dean Winchester? And why does Castiel, an angel of the Lord, believe John Constantine isn’t who he says he is? And will Dean wear the Batsuit?

Move over Scooby-Natural because it’s Batman’s turn! The Winchesters join Batman and Y/N (You!) in taking down a villain who isn’t an everyday monster for Supernatural!

Please enjoy and comment! If you want a Part 2, please let me know.

Part 1

I don’t remember a time where tears felt like my own. Of course, it doesn’t help that I’m standing on the ledge when Gotham is down pouring like it always does at night. It shouldn’t be a surprise, really. Gotham is the only city in the US of A that is dark, depressing, manic, and suicidal.

Even Superman refuses to stay here for more than a day.

I’m not any better. The only reason why I’m literally dangling my feet over the edge is because I’m numb.

Numb to feelings.

Numb to pain.

Numb to life.

Bottom line is breakups fucking suck period. Especially if your ex-boyfriend is Bruce Wayne.

And Batman.

I don’t know why I put myself through this. The bitter pain of having to work with someone you love but to know they’ll never love you as much. Maybe this is why I should have never worked with Bruce.

Dick left first and has successfully made a name for himself, Nightwing, in Bludhaven.

Jason comes and goes throughout the months and has his own team of misfits who do good but cause chaos as well.

Even Tim and Damian are working together. They’re training and leading the Titans. The last I heard from them is that they’re doing just fine.

Except me.

Who am I kidding? I can’t compare myself to Bruce’s kids even though I’m closer to Dick’s age than Bruce’s.

Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out between us. Bruce is almost my father’s age, late forties early fifties. And he’s still sexy as fuck; stronger than ever.

And here I am in my early thirties, expecting more than just a wordless promise of something more than casual sex and the uncertainty of the future.

After three months ago, I’m trying desperately hard to not care anymore. The only constant thing in my life is being Night Bat, and I’ll die with only that part of me.

Death.

The one place where everything and nothing hurts anymore.

“Y/N.”

My head jerks to the right side where Zatanna is standing. With her hands on her hips, I can see her blue eyes blinking sadness and guilt. For a beautiful woman like Z, her broken expression is almost tragic enough to make me cry like her.

If my own tears were my own. Maybe my tears are Gotham’s.

“It’s Etrigan. He’s...” Zatanna chokes on her words. She literally holds her neck and tries to stop sobbing. “He’s dead.”

I can feel my eyebrows raise as confusion and disbelief crash over me.

“Dead?” I repeat. I can’t even believe that word is coming from my mouth. Etrigan is tough. Etrigan is a shithead. Etrigan cannot be dead. “How?”

Zatanna shrugs her shoulders as her lips quiver. Seeing her broken up makes me feel like an asshole for not comforting her. So, I stand up and go over to her. Taking her by surprise, I hug her tightly.

She’s my best friend. My sister. My partner in crime whenever we get into bad shit. (Sometimes...maybe).

After Zatanna hugs me, she takes a step back and wipes her tears with her gloved hand.

“He-he was stabbed. I... I don’t know by what but he bled and he was never one to really bleed, you know? I checked everything out and he’s dead. He’s really gone. But it was...a very fucking strange thing. Really,” Zatanna rambles on anxiously. Whenever she cusses, I know she’s angry and stressed out. “Whatever killed him, it’s not from around here. What I sensed near him, it’s not human. It’s not magical. It’s not even Kryptonian or extraterrestrial.”

I swallow hard. “What do you think it is then?”

“Demonic.”

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“Have you contacted John?” I ask. My voice is rough and breathless. I’m busy shoving as much weapons as I can in my backpack, along with a few clothes and a book from Alfred about demonology. He said it was a gift from Constantine himself.

I stare down at my long, silver triple-edged dagger that I found on one of my solo missions in Kansas when Bruce was fighting

“Not in... six months.”

The guilt in her voice makes me turn to glance at her. “Seriously?”

I glance down at my black pants and boots to make sure I’m appropriately and comfortably dressed for tonight. I slip on a red and black checkered flannel over my form fitting black tank top. After rolling up the sleeves to my elbows, I put on my black leather jacket and turn to face Zatanna.

“What, am I supposed to keep in touch with my ex-boyfriend? I thought ex-boyfriends were meant to stay ex-boyfriends, not friends. And besides, you keep in touch with Bruce,” Zatanna responds smugly.

“He’s...a co-worker...that’s-thats different.”

“Bullshit,” Z laughs.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. I need a drink before we start...” I say, waving my hand up dramatically. “Whatever this is. I think a stop at Lucky’s is what we need.”

“A trip to the bar is what YOU need,” Zatanna replies.

She follows me out of my apartment until we stop in the parking lot where my motorcycle is parked. I don’t see her standing behind me with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised, as I take a seat on my bike and set myself up to ride.

“What?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“I could just you know...poof is there.”

“Yeah, you could like you always do, but I need to ride my baby right now. It’s like, therapy for the low self-esteem, loner, rebels,” I say.

To my surprise, Zatanna nods her head and gives me a small smile. I’m grateful she understands how much riding my motorcycle makes me happy. Makes me breathe. Makes me feel alive.

“I’ll see you there, Y/N/N.”

“See ya, Z.”

And with that, Zatanna poofs for real. Her magic still surprises me. Whenever I see her perform her spells and tricks, I feel like I’m reliving magic shows I saw as a kid that I used to believe were real and powerful.

But to know what Zatanna does is real is still unbelievable sometimes.

And to think we have been best friends for five years now...amazing how time flies by I’m between laughs and heartbreaks.

Revving my bike, I waste no time speeding out of the parking garage and into the streets of Gotham. The rain and wind in my hair sends me chills, as the lights and buildings pass me by so fast that I feel like everything I see is a blur; almost like in a dream-like state.

Lucky’s is just a small country rustic bar outside of Gotham. City people usually don’t go there as the place is purely meant for drifters and stranded loners. I happen to love the bar. If I’m ever feeling down or angry, I always drop by to get drunk or frisky if I’m ever in the mood. Bruce was always disappointed in me for that. He always used to say I’m better than that and I shouldn’t put myself down.

I sometimes think he’d want to say I’m easy, but Bruce is just so complicated sometimes. He can either be a total asshole or be the gentle sweetheart he is. You never know which side you’d see sometimes.

Almost like Two-Face.

Swerving into the mud to park alongside trucks and other bikes, I climb off my motorcycle and glance around the dirt lot. I recognize a few vehicles parked already. A new black Escalade parked closer to the bar is different and catches my attention rather quickly.

I pull my hair back into a ponytail and start my way over to the expensive ass vehicle when suddenly a black car speeds right pass me and parks right next to my bike, sending mud flying to my pants and on my bike! Rage suddenly takes over me. I can feel my blood boil and my jaw clench as several curse words come to mind. I twist around and instead make my way to that motherfucker’s car.

A black 1967 Impala? What a fucking joke.

As if this motherfucker owns this American classic. This self-righteous, prick probably stole it from some old fool or maybe his own old man.

I’m ready to break this douchebag’s face. Knock all his teeth out and break his cock into two…maybe three pieces.

I finally reach the driver’s door and quickly open it; door swinging back. This must piss off the man a lot, but I don’t care right now.

“Look, you motherfucker! You think you can just drive like a bat out of hell and get fucking mud on MY baby?! Get out of this fucking car so I can break you apart with my bare hands!” I yell angrily and loudly.

The man climbs out of his car, but my anger suddenly vanishes. What the hell?

Holy fucking shit…this man is…hot.

Standing at 6’1, this man is almost intimidating. With short brown hair, tan skin, hypnotizing green eyes, and freckles splattered over his nose and cheeks, he’s fucking adorable…and sexy. I can’t help but stare up at him.

He smirks down at me. Underneath his dark jacket, he’s wearing a flannel shirt and black Henley, where I can already see his strong chest, muscled arms, and soft tummy.

“Looks like sweetheart likes what she sees, Sammy. I’d say we made the right choice for coming out to Gotham,” the man speaks smugly. His voice is deep and husky, more addicting than any liquor inside the bar.

Another man comes over to us from around from the car. This man, I’m assuming his Sammy, is FUCKING TALLER than the hot one in front of me!

Sammy chuckles lightly at me. Pushing his longer brown hair from his face, he quickly reaches out to shake my hand.

“Hi, I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean.”

The second those words leave his mouth; we hear someone quickly approaching us. Zatanna. And from the looks of theirs, they’re shocked and surprised to see my friend in her usual, sexy magician number.

Zatanna smiles, nonetheless. “Well, if it isn’t the Winchesters. We’ve been expecting you.”

#dc comics #batman #supernatural #bruce wayne #dean winchester #sam winchester #zatanna #batman x y/n #dean winchester x y/n

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the-everlasting-dream · 5 years

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Trembling - Drake x MC

Summary: After a second incident at the royal palace, Drake realises that something’s not okay with Elizabeth.

A/N: The whole explosion affair in Book 3 was handled too quickly for my liking... I find it hard to believe that Elizabeth wouldn’t be much more shaken. She’s human after all and there’s only so much she can take before breaking...

Word Count: 3300+

Warnings: Slight mentions of death, violence, gun violence.

Permanent tags: @chantelle-x0x , @choicessa, @meeraaverywalker , @drakewalkerwhipped , @quartzandarrow , @mfackenthal , @srawesleyghuewrites , @topsyturvy-dream , @enmchoices , @gardeningourmet @debramcg1106 , @alesana45 , @meladoridarcy, @blackcatkita , @tmarie82 , @annekebbphotography , @lizk77 , @jayjay879 , @tornbetween2loves , @akrenich , @theroyalweisme , @likethetailofacomet , @sleepwalkingelite , @littleblossom-18 , @ooo-barff-ooo

TRR only: @speedyoperarascalparty , @carabeth , Drake: @fairydustandsarcasm

The moment he heard the explosion, Drake immediately rushed towards Elizabeth, calling out her name as he jostled through the crowd to where she had been standing, talking to the royal family. She was his first priority, she always was. Ever since the attack at the Homecoming Ball, looking over his shoulder had almost become second nature, especially when Elizabeth was concerned. While he couldn’t protect her from everything, he would damn well try because he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to her.

Where was she? His eyes scanned the frenzied mass, frantically sifting through to find her bright orange dress.

'C’mon, c’mon,’ he mumbled under his breath. 'Richmond where are y-‘

Finally his gaze landed on her, standing unmoving, her back ramrod straight. The ballroom was utter chaos as the crowd around him surged, trying to fight their way towards the exit while he pressed onwards towards her just as the ceiling near Liam threatened to collapse. Soon he was close enough to hear her gasp of alarm as Constantine pushed his son out of the way, taking the impact of the ceiling. Shoving through the last few members of the crowd, Drake's hand finally closed on her frozen figure, reflexively pulled her to him as he coughed in the dust from the rubble.

‘Elizabeth come on,’ he told her, looking into her unfocused eyes that were quickly filling with tears. ‘We have to get out of here now.’

‘Drake… H-he…The ceiling..’ Her voice was soft and breathy and he knew, he just knew at once she wasn’t okay. She’d just watched someone, Constantine, die, of course she wasn’t okay.

‘Drake.. I-'

As much as he wanted to comfort her, Drake knew he had to get her to safety. The longer they stayed the more at risk they were and he wouldn’t have her in harm’s way for any longer.

‘I know, I know baby,’ he replied, his tone gentle but urgent, his senses dialled to eleven, painfully aware of the crumbling ceiling above. ‘But we gotta get out of here. You gotta come with me first. You can do that can’t you?’

Eyes brimming with tears, lower lip wobbling, she nodded vacantly and he arranged his features into an encouraging smile.

‘That’s my girl.’

It wasn’t until they were back at the safe house that Drake realised something was wrong. During their escape and for the entire journey from the palace, Elizabeth been deathly quiet. Her usual bubbly demeanour, one of the many things he loved about her, was replaced by a stark silence, hidden in the dim lighting of the car. He'd been so busy talking to Bastien on the phone, helping with coordination of the evacuation, getting instructions about the safe house that he'd missed how she had been staring blankly at the leather of the driver's seat. At first he assumed, it was the shock after all and maybe she just needed a moment for it to sink in — she’d just seen the king get crushed by the ceiling of his own home, of course she wouldn’t be okay.

Liam was in the royal safe house with his mother, their friends had been taken to a different one to avoid suspicion so it was just him and Elizabeth that night. Mara and Bastien left after seeing them settle in, they had a million other jobs to do right now.

Wait here Drake. We’ll come get you two when its safe, they’d said.

Drake never could stand waiting. It ate at him, crawling under his skin until he itched to do something, anything that would give him the illusion that he was doing something useful. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts —because a million of them seemed to be turning about in his head — that he’d completely missed Elizabeth. When Drake went into panic mode, he did things. When Elizabeth went into panic mode, it was like she'd completely shut down.

She was always there in his periphery and as long as she wasn’t saying anything, his mind reasoned that she must have been okay. A simple glance told him that she was seated on the couch but if he’d looked closer he’d have seen her eyes downcast, her movements were small and deliberate as she gingerly lowered herself into a chair, perched on the edge, unmoving, almost like she didn’t want to be noticed at all. Her silence stretched longer and longer and mistaking it for tiredness, he bustled through out the underground apartment, checking the generator, the fridge, food and water supplies, anything to calm his nerves.

After double — no, triple — checking the locks, making sure they enough bottles of water in the fridge, locating the first aid kit and spare changes of clothes, when he had done all he could, Drake finally turned his attention to Elizabeth. His thoughts quietened for a moment as he realised that this was just like that night after the coronation, it was just the two of them. He mentally shook himself, he didn’t want to think of that… It was simultaneously the happiest and scariest day of his life. She’d agreed to marry him, yes, but he’d also been on the brink of death, having the possibility of everything he’s ever known ripped from him to be abandoned to the great oblivion.

Elizabeth was the one thing that would always centre him, to pull him back from the edge and he swore to himself that he would do anything to protect her. Right now, he needed her. He needed to hold her, to feel her warm body in his arms, feel the beating of her heart pressed against his to reassure himself that she was okay. That they were okay. It was only when he sat down beside her, that Drake realised that something was desperately wrong. The air between them crackled with tension as he sank into the couch beside her, arms instinctively reaching for her but she shrunk away from his grasp. A cold fear clamped around his heart and he was unable to stop his mouth from dropping open. What had he done to make her pull away from him? Not knowing what to do, he just sat there, for a long time and he was quiet too, hoping she’d talk first and save him the misery of breaking the suffocating silence.

'Richmond, whats the matter?’ He began tentatively, unable to take it anymore.

'I’m fine Drake,’ Elizabeth replied, her tone unreadable, face turned away from his.

'You’re obviously not, whats wrong?

‘Nothing.’ The same, closed tone again.

'Bullshit, you can’t fool me Richmond.'

'I said nothing Drake,’ she repeated, rising to her feet, eyes fixed to the carpet and he noticed she was trembling. ‘Can I just go to bed now?'

Every fibre of her posture was pleading for him to let it go, to stop talking but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand to just remain silent while the woman he loved was obviously hurting.

‘No,’ Drake argued, desperation deep in his voice. ‘I’m not going anywhere until you tell me whats bothering you. And I know something is.’

‘I’m fine Drake. Just drop it.’ ‘No I’m not.’ He grabbed her arm lightly to pull her back to him. He wanted to hold, her to comfort her, to show her he was-

'Fucking hell you just don't know when to quit do you?!’

It was like a switch had been flipped suddenly. Eyes flashing with anger, Elizabeth wrenched her arm from his grip. ‘I said I’m fine! Leave me alone Drake.'

And Drake could do nothing but gape as she stormed off towards the small adjacent bedroom, the door slamming thunderously behind her.

Drake remained rooted to the spot long after the echo had faded, shocked to his core as emotions built in him, shock, alarm, sadness, confusion, guilt, some he didn’t fully understand, seeming to grow and grow until they were too much for him. He sank down onto the couch, as if overwhelmed by the weight of them all, head resting heavily in his palms. His mind raced, searching, thinking, contemplating where had he erred, what he could have possibly done to exact a reaction from his usually composed fiancee. He’d never seen Elizabeth like this… Usually their roles were reversed, that she was the one to pull him out of his bad mood, she would have detected that something wasn’t right, she would have known immediately that something was very, very wrong for her to snap like this. But what?

Eventually Drake eased himself off the couch and tiptoed towards the bedroom, wincing at the slight squeaking of the hinges as he inched the door open. Facing the wall, Elizabeth was lying on the bed, presumably asleep by the steady rise and fall of her chest but Drake didn’t trust himself to believe that she was really sleeping. After all he had misjudging everything else tonight so why should he trust his senses now? Still something tugged in his chest. He needed to be with her, to be next to her, to feel her warmth to reassure himself that she was alive and so was he. He gingerly approached the bed, lifted the covers and slid in beside her, the vast amount of space between them not lost on him. He wanted to hold her badly, so, so badly but he did not want to create another scene like before. Simply being next to her would have to suffice for now and though a thousand thoughts still swirled in his brain, Drake clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to get some rest.

His consciousness alerted him before his brain could wake up - something was not right. His eyes remain closed but his hand travelled over to her side of the bed, to make sure she was there, to make sure she was safe. When his fingers brushed on the empty mattress, his eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed, searching frenetically for her, heart stopping until he saw a crack of light spilling from the tiny space between the door and its frame.

Going out into the main room, he found Elizabeth standing with her back to him, silhouetted against the dim emergency lights, standing so still he could have mistaken her for a wraith in the night. He couldn’t see her face but her posture alone was enough of a warning. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to go back to bed and carefully he crept forwards, feet treading lightly as if the carpet were mad of eggshells, not wanting to break the fragile spell she’d wrapped herself in. He stood there at her side for a long moment, aching to touch her but at the same time knowing he shouldn’t lest he drive her off again. After losing count of how much time had passed, she turned to him. Elizabeth looked up at him and in the pain he found in her dark irises, something shifted in him. It was like he was looking at her with new eyes. For the first time he saw all of her: the foreigner, the duchess, the friend, the fiancee, the woman he loved was struggling and he had no idea.

Emotional connections had never been his forte and for the first time in his life he felt completely useless. He’d been so caught up in his own doubts and thoughts about the wedding that he’d failed realise she might have doubts of her own. She was human after all and she battled with her own demons too, she was just better at hiding it than he was. She talked and laughed a lot but never once thought did Drake think that she talked to avoid talking, talking about the things that mattered, the things that really affected her, that kept her awake at night when all she wanted to do was sleep.

From the pain in her eyes, he realised that even though she put on a brave face every day. She bore the look of a woman haunted, haunted by things she should have never seen if he had any say about it. Drake was painfully reminded of his own mortality in that moment. This was the life she’d been thrust into, being a noble now had painted an angry red target on her back and try as he may, he would never be enough to protect her.

The concept of time was irrelevant as they stood side by side and when she eventually spoke, Elizabeth’s voice was little more than a haunted whisper.

'Do you know what tonight reminded me of?'

Drake shook his head, not wanting to break the spell.

'It felt like I was living through that night of the homecoming ball.’ She clamped her eyes shut and swallowed hard, her voice wobbling just a little. 'The explosions, the sounds, people scrambling over each other to get out, the panic... I don’t think I can go through that again. And I…’ She released a noise of frustration, as emotions built in her throat, rendering her unable to continue.

'I’m here baby, I’m here.’ His arms surged forward, eager to comfort her, to hold her and reassure her that there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her safe but she shoved off his attempt at an embrace, her voice like ice when she replied.

'Please don't touch me.'

Drake recoiled as if she’d slapped him, feeling the sting of her words sinking into his skin. He swallowed hard, his inner stubbornness urging him not to give in while his conscience ordered him not to pursue it. Torn between the two, Drake finally choked out a desperate strangled response.

'Don't do that Richmond. Talk to me. I'm here. Don’t shut me out. Talk to me please.'

Her gaze strayed off into the middle distance, gaining that faraway look in her eyes. 'I’m not sure Drake… I’m not sure about anything…'

That stunned him into silence. What did she mean anything? Even… them? He was about to open his mouth with a fickle response when she spoke again, her voice carrying louder against the winds that whipped loudly around their bunker

'What if this is the universe's way of telling us we shouldn't be together?’

A cold hand of fear clenched around his heart as Drake struggled to formulate a reply, his mouth opening and closing over and over but no words came out. Elizabeth noticed his speechlessness and swallowed thickly.

'Everything I've known since I've come here is chaos… The scandal at the coronation, the photos, the attack on the Homecoming ball, everything from schemes against me to assassins pointing guns at me, wanting me dead and then tonight… How can I ignore all of that? How many bad things need to happen before I realise what should have been glaringly obvious? I don’t want this life Drake. If it means I’m going to constantly have to watch my back, to look over my shoulder. If that is what life in Cordonia holds for me… then maybe I…'

She cut herself off and internally his mind was screaming at her to continue, to finish her sentence.

'I should have never come to Cordonia...’

Her words hit him with a devastating finality as if it was the final nail in the coffin for him. At once his mind flashed to a possibility in which Elizabeth indeed had never come to Cordonia. Liam would have married Madeleine, Hana would still be under the cruel regime of her parents, tensions more fraught than ever between the Brothers Beaumont and as for himself. He’d come so far from that sullen, lonely bastard that sulked in the shadows, resenting the nobility in all its forms and if not for Elizabeth’s catalysing presence, Drake shuddered to think where he would be now.

Finally finding his voice, Drake surged forward, gripping her shoulders and making her face him, not caring if she struck him for real this time or not. He needed to say this and he needed her to hear it.

‘No. Don’t say that. I refuse to believe it. You took the country by storm, creating a change that no one else would ever be able to.Your presence in Cordonia has only made everyone’s lives infinitely better. Hell, you’ve made a better man of me when even I had given up on myself. Yes, terrible things have happened and there are some truly evil people out there trying to send us all to ruin but you are a shining hope to them. To us all.’

‘And I swear,’ he reached forward and grasped her hands tightly in his. ‘I swear on my life that I will do anything and everything in my power to protect you Elizabeth Richmond. Because I could never live with myself if something… if you were…’ His voice cracked and he dropped his head down.

Voicing it aloud only made the possibility more real and more painful to bear and right now he was scared. Drake was scared beyond words at the prospect of losing her. He knew his promises were nothing more than empty guarantees, like a straw house in the wind that was their enemies and the inevitable danger they were facing but he had to try, he’d try until his dying breath to protect her from everything that was to come and if it came to that, so be it.

'Do you love me?’

Drake picked his head up at the sound of Elizabeth’s trembling voice. 'O-of course. More than anything,’ he scrambled to reply, caught totally off guard by her question. 'More than I’ve ever loved anyone before.'

She nodded, seeming to process the response and something in her eyes prompted him to turn the question on her.

'D-do you love me?’

At once her gaze dropped to the floor and his heart clenched tightly in anticipation and the knot of despair was just beginning to unravel behind his sternum when she pressed her lips against his and he could taste her tears in the desperate kiss they shared. Drake almost moaned at her touch, his hands coming up to finally embrace her the way he’d been aching to do so. He encircled his arms around her, rejoicing in the opportunity to just to be with her and hold her, to feel the steady beating of her heart against his chest reminding him that she was alive, that they both were. It wasn’t until they parted and the breeze from the open window cooled the water from her tears that has fallen onto his cheeks that he realised she’d side-stepped the question..

Pulling back, he looked carefully into her dark eyes, hoping so ardently to find an answer to the question she was so obviously avoiding but Elizabeth refused to hold the gaze. At this, Drake knew this wasn’t over, that one kiss wouldn’t magically resolve all her inhibitions. The thought frightened him but still he allowed her to lead him back to the bedroom where they settled back under the covers. This time she allowed him to hold her, wrapping his arms around her slim form and as her breathing even out into soft deep breaths, he struggled with sleep.

As the sun rose on the horizon, Drake glanced down at the love of his life who lay sleeping in his arms. He knew he couldn’t fight her demons for her but he would never stop trying.

#drake walker #drake x mc #trr drake #Drake x Elizabeth #elizabeth richmond #The Royal Romance #trr #trr3 #choices #playchoices #choices fandom #choices fanfiction

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angrypedestrian · 6 years

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THE TIME IDIOTS EPISODE 310 TITLED “Apologies For The Open Weeping But My BABIES Are Back” MY THOUGHTS:

It has been a very very long week and the knowledge that my beloved time idiots were finally coming back to me is what has gotten me through so apologies that this is both longer and more incoherent than normal

Y’know bless Matt Ryan he has been on a fucking journey and I doubt this is how he imagined his stint as Constantine going

(Aside: who at Warner Brother’s decided of all the properties from Vertigo to try and develop MORE THAN ONCE, Constantine was it? It is a decision that to this day makes absolutely no fucking sense to me and it never will but dear lord has it given us the gift of SWINTON as Gabriel and for that i am 5ever grateful)

still loling that they can’t show him smoking on screen so he just puts out and holds cigarettes L O L

Thank u DC for allowing magic on your shows (take a lesson MARVEL not that i’m bitter about runagays or ANYTHING)

Also i’m currently making my way through the exorcist and it is gr9 y’all should really watch it

Yo Amaya you are looking thirsty at John

Everyone is looking thirsty at John

EVERYONE LOOKING THIRSTY AT EVERYONE (canonically) THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED

Brandon Routh’s hair is...bad. is he getting ready to film something else during the hiatus like who the fuck is letting that situation happen?

COURTNEY ARE YOU LETTING THIS HAPPEN?

y’all even his stunt double’s wig is better than his current hair

B A D

Caity Lotz dialed up the sassy to 11 this week and it was a BOLD and GOOD choice

So did Gideon THANK U GIDEON

I approve of every interloper clocking what a disaster this team is instantaneously. It is in the air, on the wind, in our spirits

But like for real i can’t believe DC allowed this much textual homosexual content in one episode. we didn’t even have to make it up ourselves! IT WAS RIGHT THERE

i watched that Ava preview while on a fucking conference call at work about salesforce and it singlehandedly kept me from screaming expletives at my boss so thanks to everyone involved in the production of that scene

Ava, girl. Get some fucking chill tho. like any chill. you are a grown ass woman

Love doctor Leo is in the house and i adore him

I’m gonna miss Wentworth he’s just so good in this role and i can’t believe i didn’t understand it until recently. i was A FOOL

Hey can Matt just join this show? ONE MORE DISASTER BI ON THE PILE

I’m glad Kuasa came back with her kickass leather jacket

Lotta real good leather jackets in this ep

NORAH DARHK WHAT A TWIST WOW

How cute do u bet her and Brandon’s kid is? I bet he is so fucking cute

Nate my dude that is...a convenient use of the cold gun. Well done.

Pssshhh see my true face, not until the season finale they have to save up ALL the couch money for the CGI machine

3 GAYS TRAPPED IN THE SHADOW REALM: coming to a theater near you

So which one of them is Yugi?

It’s definitely John

ALSO this show is real casual with their Christianity stuff and it is a gift

MICK AS TEAM DAD MICK AS TEAM DAD

FILLING THE ROLE GOD INTENDED FOR HIM

Zari @ Amayai: Hmmm...? whatever u wanna do honey yr doing great

GOD they are so IN LOVE

Zari is the greatest fucking addition to this show. TAKING A PIC WITH YR PHONE. SHE’S A GENIUS

also: SLINKY

Oh shit that wall shot was straight from the New Mutants movie LOL

Still cool tho i am a sucker for faces in a wall

actually i am really really digging how this whole sequence was shot fucking well done show

GIMME THAT CHEAP ASS HORROR

SARA BREAK MY HEART WHY FUCKIN DON’T YOU

EVERYONE IS BI AND FUCKING

in an alternate version of this show i am 10000% in on Sara/John and my endgame otp, they compliment each other very well in a way similar to sara/rip who are my current muses and reason for being (but with infinitely more SASS, which is the primary thing I am looking for in a ship i am a simple man of simple desires) i could produce a thesis on it so FIGHT ME

Amaya you are too soft and good for this world sometimes

Also did we move the brig to the vague science room? what the hell is going on here? what is time. what is space

Kuasa you are also too good and this scene is fantastic

Zari is such a good

Ray is such a good

They are both goods and this is delightful

SASSY DIAL UP TO FUCKIN 12 thank u Sara

ARGUING OVER WHO SEDUCED WHO YA BIG QUEERS

Okay who of the writers is a fucking NY Giants fan?

OLIVER QUEEN? FACING A CONSEQUENCE???

i know it’s too good to be true

Nate and Mick are also goods but in a very different way and it tickles me

all i ask from this show is to be tickled and HOW I HAVE BEEN THIS EPISODE

...can Sara and John get a spin off road trip adventure web series or something?

i would legit pay for it like at least a dollar

i love that the shadow realm is a blue screen with one (1) sad fake tree

it’s just so on the nose for legends set design that it feels like a wink at me specifically

Amaya @ Nate: hmmmm? you seem fine KUASA MY GRANDBABY

Fuck u Damien (but I love u Neal, I love you so much)

THE RETURN OF THE LoT CAST CAN GET IT WATCH: Neal can still get it

Sara is the sassiest person that I know

SARA GIRL do u not have any chill either?? jesus christ

can anyone on this ship get a single solitary ounce of chill

OH FUCK HE GOT TO LIGHT THE CIGARETTE

he IS cool Ray

HE IS

oh no

leo is having a feeling

mick is having a feeling

AT EACH OTHER

AND HE AND RAY ARE GONNA GET THEIR GAY ASSES HITCHED

FUCK

a WILD RIP YOU SAY???

AND DISCO??

MY HEART

Thank you all for coming with me on this journey

#legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow spoilers #this is...very long i apologize #kind of not really #the zero chill club #the time idiots #my thoughts as i have them

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bluboothalassophile · 7 years

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Give Me Back My Mind!

Abracadabra! Alakazam!? Bib-Bidi-Bop-Bidi-Boo?

“I don’t know how to feel about letting him so close to that demon,” Zatanna admitted as she walked the Watch Tower’s halls with Dr. Fate; he was currently possessing her father’s body, and talking to Fate, while not the same thing as talking to her father, did make her feel closer to her father.

“The Gem of Scath is growing in power,” Dr. Fate observed.

“Yes, and I understand how people are deceived by the Gem into thinking she’s good, but it’s only a matter of time, and then what? I just… Zachary is the only family I have left, and I don’t want him to be anywhere near the Gem,” Zatanna admitted.

“I understand, I do not want the Gem in this realm any more than you, however the Gem is not like others of her kind, she is human which binds her to both realms, and both natures,” Fate pointed out.

“Yes, but I thought with the destruction of Azarath by her hand that it would prove she can’t be trusted,” Zatanna growled lowly. She really wanted to keep Zachary safe, safe and sound and though he hated her guts, it was better he be alive to do that rather than dead.

“The actions of a child should not reflect on the adult, but I agree, she’s very powerful and still growing. Perhaps having Zachary around her to monitor her would be beneficial for us,” Fate suggested.

“But he couldn’t handle her if she…”

“We would come.”

~~~*~*~*~~~

“Hello, my brethren, I present to you, the last artifact of Azarath,” the hired sorcerer announced as he placed the book with a thud on the table. “And within it, the key to destroying the Order, reshaping the world, and the powers of a god.”

“And what’s inside?” a different sorcerer asked, and he sighed.

“The Nevermore, the last Nevermore ever created,” Klarion chuckled as he appeared stroking his familiar in his arms. “The last known Azarath Nevermore, to the mind of the Gem of Scath!”

“You mean…” another sorcerer started with interest.

“Yes, the prophecy was never fulfilled, it is time for the Gem of Scath to truly preform her purpose,” he smiled then. “And in bringing about a new world order, we will be gods, ruling at the side of Trigon! For only the worthy shall survive the judgement passed!”

“Well he destroy the Order?” the fourth magician asked.

“He will destroy all who stand in his way,” he assured the sorcerers and watched the Lord of Chaos smile.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Klarion giggled.

“And how do we get the Nevermore out of the book?”

“That is why I have sought your help,” he admitted. “Azarath’s magic and ways are long gone, however, Klarion has suggested by channeling your powers together in a spell it might break the seal on the book.”

The sorcerers looked thoughtful and he smiled. It was almost time, Lord Trigon would rise again and save this world.

~~~*~*~*~~~

If Raven was at all shocked with Jason’s change in costume she didn’t reveal it. No, when Jason came swaggering out in a red helmet, leather jacket, grey and black Kevlar, black gloves, cargo pants, complete with shin guards, knee pads, and combat boots, armed to the teeth with guns, magazines of bullets, knives and even two swords, Raven didn’t bat an eye. He did because he could only think that this persona of Jason’s was far more dangerous than the Red X persona. Honestly, Damian thought the man kind of looked like one of his grandfather’s minions.

“Think you have enough weapons?” he asked dryly.

“Probably not, but I can’t fit the C4 in these pockets, weighs me down,” Jason replied sweetly. Damian couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

“You know the plan, find the book, and get out, we stay together, we don’t know what magic is in the house,” Raven appeared then, her cloak was black and her eyes were serious. Damian just nodded in acknowledgement. He would cut Jason down the moment he made a move against Raven, but until then Damian was reluctant to acknowledge that he’d be working with Jason.

“So what do we call you?” Damian asked.

“Depends on who’s asking,” Jason cheekily replied, Damian frowned.

“Robin, this is Red Hood, Jason’s other insane half,” Raven answered.

“I think you mean awesome half,” he countered.

“Neither Red X or Red Hood are awesome, they’ve landed us in this mess,” Raven snapped.

“And you’re a woman with a plan to get us out of this mess, and I go on my merry way,” Jason replied.

“Does it matter what persona you are called?”

“Call me Hood,” Jason shrugged.

“Does Batman know about this…” Damian gestured to Jason then.

“More than likely,” Jason conceded.

“Alright, let’s go retrieve my book,” Raven held up her hand. “I’ve casted protective enchantments on both of you so most magic will not be able to harm you. However, beware of traps, I am certain that Zatanna would not leave her family home unprotected.”

“Very well,” Damian acknowledged.

“I didn’t think you’d care so much, sunshine,” Jason teased.

“I don’t, but since you’re the only person who can tell me exactly who has my book I need you,” Raven dryly remarked as an inky blackness slid from the tips of her fingers. Damian stepped closer to Raven and Jason when the chill raced up his spine and the shadows enveloped him. He was not overly fond of the darkness Raven wielded with ease. There was a gust of energy and Damian looked around as the darkness melt into the night and he found himself standing before an old mansion and it’s gates.

Jason let out a low whistle then.

“Nifty trick, love,” he mused.

“Don’t call me that, and stand back,” Raven ordered as she stepped back, she took a stance and Jason drew his weapon. Damian drew his sword and took a steadying breath.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason had been pleased to don his Red Hood again, and have the arsenal which came with it, but he was not pleased to be doing it and facing magic. He’d seen the after math of New Castle and a few other of Constantine’s jobs, it was not something he ever wanted to see again. However, he watched the demoness closely as she threw up her hands, and her black energy flowed out with such a power he hadn’t felt before it stole his breath away.

The words she spoke were not of any language he knew, then she flew up. The black energy condensed into a single point at her hands before it came slamming down on a barrier in the form of a raven. There was a blinding blast of light before he looked up as a shimmering gold barrier dissolved. Raven landed and then waved her hand, the gates sprung away from her and he and Damian followed. Jason didn’t like following the smaller woman, she was usually in the back of whatever team he saw her on but this time she marched head first to the door.

“Let me,” Jason smiled maliciously behind his hood as he felt the excitement of the unknown fill him and his mind clear at the coming possibility of danger.

“Do not do something rash,” Raven said as she stepped back.

“But that’s all the fun, sunshine,” he promised as he then kicked the door open and rushed the house. Armor came to life, and Jason leapt up as one swung a broadsword at him. Twisting in the air he laughed a bit as he holstered his guns and pulled his own swords. He caught blade for blade as he rolled and then he was up on his feet as he slashed a blade between helmet and armor.

“Let’s not lose our heads here! I’m here to talk to the woman of the house!” he cackled a bit as he evaded another suit of armor.

“You’re too reckless!” the demon spawn announced, Jason growled when the kid used him as a springboard to leapt into the air.

“I’m not the one running around without daddy Bat’s permission!” Jason countered as he slammed into a suit of armor, stabbing his own blade through a weak spot.

“I need no one’s permission!” Damian roared as he viciously attacked another suit, Jason rolled out of the way of a battle axe about to cleave him in two and drew his gun then. coming up he was firing, the arm collapsed and he drew a knife as he spun on his feet and hurtled it at the armor going for the brat’s back.

“Sure you don’t baby bird!” Jason laughed as he grabbed his sword from the armor and slashed up in a controlled matter, the coming armor collapsed in half and he leapt back, twisting to land on his feet then as he evaded a mace swung for his chest. Going low Jason came up on the inside of the armor’s space and slashed of the arm before kicking it in the stomach, dropping it to it’s knees and slashing the helmet off.

“I am NOT a child!” Damian lunged for him, Jason ducked as the bat brat crashed into armor, Jason pulled a gun and fired a single shot, center of the head, at the coming armor, collapsing it.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? Or are you a real vampire bat and have no reflection?” Jason demanded as he dove out of the way of another broadsword swung at his head. He felt the swish of air where he had been as he picked up the discarded mace and heaved it up, knocking the helmet clean off.

“I don’t drink blood!” Damian growled.

“Could have fooled me baby bird,” Jason decided as he rolled low, pulled a knife and slashed the ankles out of the last armor, dropping it. The armor was lifeless now, and Jason frowned as he looked around suspiciously, that was too easy.

“All clear little bird,” Jason called out uncertainly. Raven floated in, her cloak swirling and then she threw out her hands, the armor clattered again and nothing moved.

“It was enchanted to reassemble,” Raven said as she landed in front of him and paused at the stairs.

“This would be a lot faster if we split up,” Jason pointed out.

“Hood has a point,” Damian growled.

“We stay together, come on,” Raven said as she slowly started making her way up the stair case. Jason hurried up to be in front of her slightly, and Damian took the rear. Raven moved cautiously, which had Jason drawing his gun as he looked around the eerie decorations. However, something shiny caught his eye and he stopped as he reached for it. A hand grabbed his wrist breaking his compulsion to just grab the very thing calling his name.

“Do not touch anything,” Raven hissed. “It’s enchanted, it’s bewitching you Red,” Raven said lowly.

“It’s…” he started.

“Come on, the sooner we find the book the sooner we’re out of here,” she muttered, her hood still firmly up. Jason let her pull him along because she was also doing the same to the demon spawn. There was something spooky here, Jason could swear they were being watched. And it was unsettling.

“Little bird, I think we have eyes on us,” Jason murmured when a particular shadow caught his eyes.

“We do,” she admitted.

“Agh!” a shout came behind them as the drapes suddenly sprung to life.

“Shitfuck!” Jason blurted out as he had a gun out and shot at the offending, slithering clothe. Damian was struggling against the clothe wrapped around him and Raven lifted a hand.

“Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos,” she whispered and Damian was ripped from the curtain and Raven pulled her arms around him. Jason stepped between the kid and Raven and whatever coming threat was coming.

“He’s a Zatara, a magician,” Raven murmured to him. Damian had his sword drawn again.

“Show yourself or I start shooting.” Jason growled.

“Well that’s rude since you broke into my home,” the new voice growled.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Zachary stepped out of the shadows and his eyes were on the woman. She looked around his age, and though he could only see wisps of midnight hair from her hood and a set of full lips he thought her to be rather impressive. The woman radiated dark magic though, and she moved like the shadows. However, her company was interesting as Zachary assessed the group; neither boy possessed a drop of magic in them.

The smaller boy was Robin, he had seen enough Gotham news to know a Robin when he saw one.

But the man before the Robin and the woman was a different matter. Zachary couldn’t ever remember seeing a red helmet, gun toting, sword wielding vigilant anywhere on television. The man was clearly dangerous though, as was the Robin. But the only real threat to Zachary’s person was standing in the shadows, holding Robin back.

“I must say I am impressed, no one gets by Z’s armor defense,” Zachary admitted.

“It was a parlor trick,” the red one replied cheekily. “Now where’s the lying, double-crossing bitch?”

“You clearly don’t know Z if that’s how you feel about her,” Zachary muttered. True his cousin was the best, and she was a bitch, and she was arrogant, self-righteous, and perfect, but she wasn’t a liar and she wasn’t a double-crossing sort of woman. She hadn’t even been able to double cross Constantine when that moment came.

“She stole a book of mine, I’m here to take it back,” the woman spoke in a perfect monotone as she stepped forward to stand beside the red one. She was tiny, Zachary smirked.

“Now I know you have the wrong woman,” Zachary smugly stated. “Z would never break a single rule, she’s on the righteous path. Won’t break a single rule to keep her soul in the clear.”

“I doubt we have the wrong woman, I never forget who hires me,” the red one snarled lowly.

“Well, whatever book you seek it isn’t here, there are no new artifacts here,” Zachary grounded out. “Espalloc!” he shouted as he pointed his wand at the shelves. The girl moved then, her cloak flying out as it surged around the boys then they were gone in the shadows.

“That was rude!” the red one shouted as he came flying from the ceiling. Zachary ducked as the red one hit the ground and rolled to his feet.

“Dnib!” he pointed at the curtains as they sprung to life again. The red one evade as he came at him. Terror filled Zachary as he shouted off spells, summoning objects to try to slow the red one, but the man was relentless. Suddenly there was an eerie chill behind him and he spun around as the woman came out of the shadows, her eyes glowing white beneath her hood as her hand reached out for him.

Oh Good God! She was a demon!

~~~*~*~*~~~

“Thgil!” the boy shouted and a blinding flash of light filled the hall, Damian moved then as he dove to tackle boy. Raven’s shadows wrapped around him and tossed the magician up on the ceiling then. Damian started falling when a shadow wrapped around him and pulled him to safety.

“Z will hear about this!” the boy shouted.

“Well done sunshine, though next time the twerp is the distraction,” Jason said as he walked up to them, rolling his shoulder.

“I am not a pawn to be sacrificed,” Damian hissed. There were times he really hated Jason, but right now it was irrelevant.

“The Book of Azarath, where is it!?” Raven growled. The air was chilling and Damian frowned as she dragged the trapped boy down.

“Book of Azarath? There is nothing from Azarath here!” the boy shouted.

“Bullshit, she hired me,” Jason snapped.

“Look, a book of Azarath is useless unless one can actually Azarathian, the only person known to that is Raven of the Titans, and I’m guessing you’re her,” the boy sounded nervous and Damian rolled his eyes. Honestly, Raven was far from the scary Titan, everyone should fear the Tameranian, she was scary when pissed. Not that she scared Damian, but he had a healthy dose of respect for Kori and her temper.

“I am,” Raven stated flatly.

“Then you know that no one could use the book, no one can read it!”

“I am not worried about someone reading it, I need it back,” Raven stated. “Now, where is it?”

“Not here!”

“Hey, little bird, is it normal for there to be flying light coming towards us?” Jason asked and Damian looked out the window. His eyes widened, Raven tackled them as the shadows wrapped around the four of them and they vanished into nothing. Damian felt like he couldn’t breath and then they landed in the forest.

“I really fucking hate magic,” Jason growled when they hit the grass, Raven was standing and she threw out a black shield when there was a bolt of light coming at them.

“Stay here Robin, keep him here,” Raven ordered. “Red, come on.”

“Wait!” Damian protested but Jason was running, and Raven flew already. The boy smirked, Damian snarled then.

“So you’re the new Robin, you’re shorter than on TV.”

“I will disembowel you and feed you to scavengers,” Damian growled as he held his sword at the boy’s face.

“You’re no match for me,” the boy smugly stated. Damian sneered.

“You are beneath me,” Damian stated flatly. The boy’s eyes narrowed on him and Damian knew his words had hit their mark as he smugly held his ground and waited.

“You will regret that brat,” the boy growled.

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Senots,” the boy snarled, stones came flying and Damian dove out of the projectiles way as he then wove through them. He’d beat this pathetic, entitled, snotty brat; this boy reminded him of the kids at school and he hated those kids!

~~~*~*~*~~~

“I see you’re just proving to the League I was right about you,” Zatanna spoke when Raven walked into the clearing, Jason beside her. “And teaming up with murdering criminals in the process. Batman will love this.”

“Bats won’t believe you,” Jason said in a sing song tale. “Dead men tell no tales.”

“I would not be here if you hadn’t stolen something which does not belong to you. I am only here to take it back,” Raven stated lowly, her powers sizzling at the tips of her fingers. Her barely contained Rage was just clawing to get out, to destroy Zatanna as Zatanna had threated to do to her.

“And what makes you think I have stolen anything?”

“Don’t lie, it’s unbecoming of a lady,” Jason snorted.

“I would have no reason to steal anything, especially not from a demon,” Zatanna snarled.

“We have a contract which says differently, and you double crossed me,” Jason snarled lowly. Raven could feel his rage pulsing off him as the Lazarus Pit’s nature started taking over him. However every emotion she felt off of Zatanna was just as genuine as Jason’s.

“I would never!” Zatanna shouted.

“Enough, return the book of Azarath and I will return your cousin to you,” Raven decided. If Zatanna wanted to play dirty then Raven could play dirty as well. Besides, Raven would sooner trust the wayward bird than Zatanna.

“Return Zachary,” Zatanna screamed and Raven felt the other woman’s magic surge out of control. There was a shout of a spell and Raven flicked her wrist as she summoned a shield and stood there unruffled. Jason rushed her, bullets flying, and Raven flew up as she threw her arms out, her cloak flying back as Raven channeled all her powers to match Zatanna blow for blow. The woman cried out when Jason got a bullet to hit her, then she turned her attacks on Jason. Raven flew low, her powers grabbing the rocks as she formed a shield around Jason, a barrier between spells and him.

An errant spell came smashing into Raven chest which had her tossed aside as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air she slowly rolled herself on her hands and knees and saw Zatanna’s glowing white eyes as her power cackled around her.

The witch smiled as she formed a giant s sword and swung it down at Raven’s head. The shadows wrapped around her then as she surged forward, flying through the spell as her soul-self wrapped around Zatanna and they went plummeting into the ground as hard and as fast as Raven could make them.

“Little bird, you alright?” Jason asked as he jogged to her.

“Ow,” she moaned as he grabbed her and lifted her out of the crater.

Zatanna was down on the ground, out cold and Raven swatted Jason’s hands away when he sat her on a boulder to check her head.

“Little bird, you’re bleeding, let me check it,” Jason murmured.

“Demon, I’ll be fine,” she reminded him.

“Give up!” Damian roared as he and the other magician came crashing out of the trees, Damian clearly won the match and Raven smirked a bit, as Jason laughed.

“Do me a favor, tie and gag her, same with him,” Raven asked as she hugged her ribs which were aching from that spell. Jason just did as he was asked tying up both Zataras with Damian’s help. Raven just sat there glaring over at the Zataras because if she went near either of them right now she’d probably lose her temper at them. Her rage pulsing dangerously close to the surface after everything and especially at Zatanna but she sensed that the magician had been telling the truth. Something which was infuriating to Raven because had just wanted to collect her book and go home.

“What do we do with them now?” Jason asked as he joined her.

“I sensed they were telling the truth,” Raven said. “However, you were also telling the truth.”

“Huh?”

“She didn’t hire you to steal the book, but you were hired by her to steal the book. Someone impersonated a League member to hire you to get my book,” Raven concluded.

“But why?” Damian asked. “If no one can read the book why take it. It seems pointless to obtain something you can’t use.”

“Agreed, what aren’t you telling us, sunshine?” Jason asked softly.

“It’s what’s in the book that’s important, reading it is useless unless you know Azarathian, but I didn’t really use the book for the magic, I was using it to store an artifact, several artifacts, I need those back,” Raven admitted reluctantly.

“You were using the book to store things?” Jason asked.

“Yes, I live with a bunch of nosey teenagers usually lead around by a Bat kid, and these artifacts are very powerful and dangerous, and idiots like the Bats would learn that curiosity truly kills the cat,” she snarled. “Yes I was using the book for storage!”

“Alright then, time to find out what the witch and warlock know about their enemies and who’d have use for a demon’s book filled with magical artifacts,” Jason decided. “They’d know who’d hate them enough to do that right?”

“I don’t know,” Raven admitted as she stood and walked with Jason to the tied up people. Raven felt Damian’s frustration and curiosity rolling off him in equal waves.

“Bat brat, care to do the honors?” Jason asked as they approached. Damian smiled malicious as he cracked his knuckles.

“I’m not going to kill them,” Damian promised and Raven chuckled. He was so eager to please his father and obey the rules, she wondered if Bruce even knew how hard Damian tried. No matter, right now it wasn’t important.

“He might not kill you, but I might,” Jason snarled as he circled the two. “One word, one twitchy move I don’t like and I’ll end you. Got it?”

They nodded and Jason ripped the gags off.

“The book of Azarath, who would want it, and who would impersonate you to get it?” Raven asked coldly as she pulled her hood back and stared down on them with her four eyes glowing.

~~~*~*~*~~~

“Think Dick will help with Damian?” his lover yawned as she lay in the bed.

“I think so,” Bruce admitted. Honestly, he didn’t know how his youngest would take to being a big brother. It wasn’t like Damian was the best with children, and Talia had raised him believing he was the sole heir of his and would remain that way. Bruce feared a poor reaction from the boy. Dick and Tim would be thrilled, Dick loved kids, and Tim also liked kids.

“Stop frowning,” Selina ordered.

Bruce smirked and then there was a signal from the League’s communicator which had his eyes narrowing as he picked it up and sat up.

“There’s been an attack,” he said as he stood.

“Go, I’m just going to nap, you kid is exhausting,” Selina waved off as she continued to lay in the bed. He just nodded as he was up and walking to the cave.

With everything going on Bruce just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something very bad just looming on the horizon. Especially when he sat at the computer and started working, pulling up the footage of the attack, and his eyes widened. It was Deathstroke.

Bruce immediately started sealing this off and away from Dick’s access as he watched the assault.

~~~*~*~*~~~

The spell exploded harmlessly off the book and ricocheted towards him. He dove out of the way just as the Lord of Chaos screamed in frustration.

“No fair! No fair! No fair! She tricked the book!” he cried out.

“We are not done,” the sorcerer snapped.

“I know that, but at this rate we’ll never get to the Nevermore, and I want to know what goes on in the Gem’s mind,” Klarion smiled. There was something in him which wanted to know as well, since his Lord had said it would take the Nevermore to free him and to have the Gem fulfilling her prophecy. It was time for Raven to do her duty to her father and to the world.

He would have the Nevermore.

“A Pentagram,” the fourth magician suggested.

“That might work,” Klarion agreed. “Let’s set it up!”

He just sat back and watched.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Talia found him, not with ease, but as she sent Deathstroke off on a wild goose chase to distract the Bats, she walked off the plane in Newark. She cringed in disgust and guessed she should have known that Jason would pick a hellhole for a safe house. No one would come looking for him, or so he thought. Looking at the shuttle the hotel had set her she frowned.

Jason could try to hide.

But she was better at this game and she’d kill him yet. Besides, he was a deserter of the League, and a failure. His second death was long overdue.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Dick frowned as he looked over the computer with Victor.

“I don’t get it, it’s not like they can just vanish! And I know Damian doesn’t have hidden funds, neither does Raven,” Dick growled as he dragged a hand through his hair.

“I get that you’re worried, man, I am too, but do you really think Raven; daughter of Trigon, savior of all things mortal, would or will let the Assassins have your baby brother?” Victor pointed out.

“I’m worried that she’ll be killed Victor,” Dick admitted. Raven would protect those she loved with everything she had and then some, however, the Assassins though… they would figure out how to kill her and then there’d be no bringing her back. At all.

“Keep looking,” Dick pleaded.

“I will, but you’ll have to take over training Raven and I’s team while I look. I can’t do both.”

“Fine, Wally and I will handle it,” Dick conceded.

“Thanks, I’ll find them,” Cyborg assured him.

“I’m just… fuck, I don’t know,” Dick sighed. “You know, he’s a lot like Jason, so headstrong, loner, angry, thinks he can take on the world without help. It scares me because that’s what got Jason killed and though I was a shitty brother to him, I can’t lose another brother, Cy. I can’t.”

“Hey, I get it, and we’ll find them. For now though, trust that Raven is with him and she’ll keep him safe,” Vic said.

“I’m trying, but I’m scared,” Dick admitted.

~~~*~*~*~~~

“I see, well, I don’t really know of anyone who would want Azarathian relics, no one knows how to use them,” Zatanna begrudgingly admitted forty minutes later after they had called a truce.

“Fuck, back to square one,” Jason growled.

“And you’re certain it was me who hired you?” Zatanna asked.

“At first glance, hell yes, but now, not so sure,” Jason admitted.

“Perhaps we could have a look at the memories?” Zachary suggested as he rubbed his wrists.

“How?” Damian spat out, he was still very unhappy, Raven just sighed feeling his hostility towards the magicians. He and Jason though were standing as shields between her and the other magicians for some reason, and she dismissed it as them being Bats.

“Who would have a relic to access memories?” Raven asked then.

“You are not poking around my head sunshine,” Jason growled.

“Me or someone who’s not going to keep your secret,” Raven said darkly.

“Fine,” Jason surrendered. “No one else though, I don’t want you in my head.”

“Deal, now a relic Zatanna?” Raven asked.

“Constantine would probably have something, but no one can get a hold of him.”

“Fuck,” Jason muttered. “Let me make a call.”

“You have Constantine’s number?” Zatanna, and Zachary demanded.

“Unwillingly, well, thanks for the information, we’ll be going, I’ll make that call then,” Jason decided. “Sunshine care to give us a lift back to the house?”

“Wait! I want to come!” Zachary shouted.

“What!? No!” his cousin shouted.

“Yes, if you won’t let me join the Titans then I’m going with them because this might be important, and I’m seventeen, you’re not in charge of me!” Zachary shouted.

“I forbid it!” Zatanna shouted.

“Come on, let’s go before they notice we’re gone,” Damian muttered to her. Raven agreed with Damian as she created the shadows.

“Wait!” she heard as the shadows enveloped her and somethings came smashing into her as they were pulled into the shadows.

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