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kasieli · 6 years

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Pacts

A/N: Entry for DamiRae week Day 3: Deal With the Devil!! This might be unexpected for this prompt but hey again it works and I love it so I hope you do, too.

“You’re part demon,” he said in a tone that wasn’t quite a question or statement.

Raven turned partially to him with a raised eyebrow, her fumbling fingers pausing on the tea bag she was trying to open. She eyed him carefully. The first thing that comes out of his mouth after seeing her for the first time that day is that? That was something he should have known by now — if he didn’t, she didn’t know why she was dating him and how he dealt with accidentally transporting them to halfway around the globe when she had nightmares. Either that, or he wasn’t fully awake yet, since half-awake Damian tended to blabber.

“Yes?” she replied, returning her attention back to her chamomile lavender tea. “What about it?”

As she was pouring water into her cup, she heard his faints footsteps slip across the smooth hardwood floor, and before she could dip the teabag in, he blocked her hand by leaning onto the countertop right in front of her mug. Jeez, she knew it was their apartment, but he didn’t have to act like he owned the goddamn place. If she didn’t like the sight of him in a crisp white open button down, then she would have used her powers to push him out of the way, so he was lucky, very lucky. Did he know that her water was boiled exactly to 194 degrees to ensure the perfect brew? She immediately frowned.

“You’re in my way.”

“So,” he continued, completely ignoring her statement as he appeared to get even more comfortable against that countertop, “that makes you…part…devil…give or take, right?”

She frowned even harder.

“Sure,” she answered hastily, “now move, my water is getting cold.” She tried to push him to the side to reach her water, but him and his chiseled chest and open shirt just didn’t budge.

Jeez could she even frown harder?

“You know how I’ve always been curious to make a deal with the devil?” he questioned. His voice was low and gruff and for the first time in those how many few minutes that her water was losing its precious heat, she decided to roll her eyes up to meet his.

“Sure,” she gasped on an exhale, the sharp contact of their eyes stealing her breath.

Even though they were living together now, she couldn’t seem to get used to seeing him with his slept in hair and lopsided grin and those piercing eyes. She couldn’t get tired of him, even if he was kind of pissing her off by stopping her from having her morning tea.

“I’ve found out how,” he continued, cocking his head. The smirk grew on his face, emphasizing the sly glint in his eyes and the dimple on his right cheek he knew she loved. Just what was he getting at?

Finally, she crossed her arms and leaned away, sighing heavily. Azar, if this was so important to him that he was smiling like a little kid from ear to ear, she could just boil the water again after this hopefully interesting conversation. If she was wasting this perfectly boiled water, it better be worth it.

“Please, enlighten me.” Her eyebrow rose further as she found a smile tickle her own lips.

Before she could blink, before she could open her mouth, before she could breathe, before she could even think, he disappeared from her line of vision.

Her glance shot immediately down.

He was kneeling…

With her mouth agape and her hands fisting at the hem of her oversized t-shirt, she gaped at him and he was no longer smiling but his eyes still held that same fiery excitement.

He was kneeling …On one knee…

Mother of Azarath, what?

All those meditation techniques to calm her breathing and yet none of them worked right now.

She couldn’t even manage a simple exhale.

“Marry me.”

She was sure she was gaping like a fish now, but she just couldn’t manage any other expression. Did he…To her…? What…?

Her heart was bound to jump out of her mouth by the speed it was thumping and by the angle of her slack jaw. Did she hear him right? Was he still asleep, how did any of that make any sense…with the devil and marriage and…marriage? Was she still asleep and dreaming? Maybe she was just hearing things, it was sure bizarre enough.

“Marry me, Raven,” he repeated, taking her hand and turning her palm. Something light and smooth and warm fell into it, and afterwards he clasped his hand over hers. His hands were so warm. “There’s only one devil I would want to make a deal for life with.” That sly smirk found its place on his lips again. Azar, she loved it when he smirked. “That is, if she agrees.”

Quite frankly, she was far too stunned to do anything other than stare blankly at him. Her mouth felt like it was moving but she couldn’t seem to find her voice or her words. She didn’t even know if she had a voice, nothing seemed to be coming out, let alone the lack of thought except for her brain playing “Marry me” on repeat. Marry him, marry him, marry him?Simply, she was floored, and she was never floored. How did Damian manage to do that to her? They were two simple words and yet they held more promise than the world’s most fiery sermon. How did he manage to do…anything he did to her? She never expected to fall for anybody, let alone date them, let alone live with them, let alone marry them. But most of all, she never expected to fall in love. But this hot-headed smirking brat in front of her…he managed to make her do just that.

“A deal with the devil, huh?” she finally whispered albeit shakily, still trying to find her footing. “You’re kidding…” she tried to laugh but it was trembling, “…right?”

He stood up, stepping and leaning over her as close as he could without embracing her. His hands reached for her own as he caressed them gently, bringing them up so that her knuckles pressed against his chest. His unkempt hair tickled her cheek as his lips brushed her ear.

“Open,” he murmured, his voice low and breathy and she felt his whisper like a pleasant electric current.

She obeyed, stretching her fingers to reveal a small silver…ring…a ring! He was serious! He was…serious? She brought it closer to her and inspected the tiny diamond details on the band, entwining to hug a beautiful polished onyx in the center.

“Damian,” she gasped, her eyes wide as she glanced at him.

His smile was knowing and warm now, and it just made her heart throb more. She would never get used to him and the effect he had on her.

“I was trying to be romantic, but now I’m getting apprehensive and impatient,” he coughed, as he blushed and looked away, tousling his already messy hair. Vulnerable Damian. Her second favorite sight.

She chuckled. Seems like he couldn’t get used to the effect she had on him, either.

Carefully, she slid the beautiful dainty ring onto her finger, biting her lip and watching it as it sparkled slightly in the hazy morning sun that spilled through the windows. He knew her so well, she didn’t even remember if she ever once mentioned that the onyx was her favorite stone.

“The pact is sealed,” she smiled, wiggling her ring finger at him and shrugging as she met his eyes once again.

He immediately relaxed with a heavy sigh and pulled her into a tight embrace as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead. Goodness, he smelled so good, like amber and silk, and his skin was oh so soft and slightly cool from being exposed. His heartbeat was a tattoo of unspoken yet well known words against her ear. She practically melted in his arms. He could make her a sloppy remnant of Raven just by all of those simple pleasures he offered. Is that how marriage was like? She would never get used to that, she was sure of it.

“Best deal with the devil I’ll ever make,” he chuckled.

“The only deal with the devil you better make, ever, mister,” she chastised.

“Touché, Misses Wayne,” he grumbled against her hair.

She felt the vibrations of his low laugh where her ear was pressed to his chest, her breath hitching at her throat and her arms tightening around him. Raven Wayne. Really, could she get used to all of this?

She leaned her chin on his chest and looked up to him under her eyelashes. He was smiling down at her with the widest and toothiest and goofiest smile she ever saw him wear and it was adorable and incredible and heart stopping all in one.

She tip toed to meet him, his lips softening and closing over hers.

“I love you, Damian Wayne,” she mumbled against his lips.

“And I you, future Raven Wayne,” she felt his smile against hers.

Azar, she loved this man and all his quirks and every unexpected thing he ever made her feel and experience and how she wouldn’t mind waking up to him like this forever and how he made her forget all about cold water and unused tea.

Raven Wayne.

She smiled for the umpteenth time that morning, pulling him to meet her lips once again.

She could definitely get used to this.

#Raven #Damian Wayne #Demonbirds #Teen Titans #DamiRae week 2018 #DC #DamiRae #also part of my #DAMIRAE FLUFF FEST #lets be real #fanfic #older!alert #SORRY THAT MY FONT IS SO SMALL ON MY BLOG #zoom in if you have a hard time reading it for those of you not using mobile #shoutout to bookaholicpt for giving me the idea of the onyx ring #i’m pretty sure we talked about this prompt too #but we talk about a lot of stuff #i don’t remember

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