I have to say, this one was interesting to write, for sure! But I think it turned out alright. Or at least, I sure hope it did! More DamiRae, same prompt list. Please enjoy this latest offering!
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"What do you think you're doing, Raven?" Pale hands held dress on its hanger, tight to her lace-covered body, in an effort to shield herself. She released a breath when she confirmed the identity of the intruder.
It was Damian. Of course, it was.
The organ in Raven's chest began beating boiling blood into her eardrums. "And exactly what do you think you're doing here?" The woman promptly glowered at him for the attempt to frighten the wits out of her. "How did you even get into my apartment?"
"Please." Damian spat. Some welcome that was, and it was hardly an explanation for the intrusion. The emeralds began to case the place, seeing on her table an escaped tube of mascara, an abandoned cup of chamomile tea, and on the floor one side of shoe, among other items left askew in her effort to get herself ready. And they returned to her, at last, for an extremely thorough once over of her bare legs and her half-naked figure. "Are you really going to wear that dress?" Pale hands clutched herself to the garment with fists. Unbelievable. He was really unbelievable. He had no right to show up this way.
And Raven knew perfectly well, she never gave him a key. Seriously, how did he get in?
Right. She realized dully. He was Damian Wayne.
Her grip slackened as the shock wore off. "Hmm..." She frowned. "Yes, I think I am." The pale girl shrugged at him, as if the thought had just occurred. As if it had been sewn into her skull from the skies of Gotham above. "It's Friday night, Kori and Karen called and invited me to go out."
"Go out?" The usually vibrant pine-colored irises were in smoldering slits. "I spent hours in traffic - I went to two opposite ends of the city -" He thrust several plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. "Because the only place that serves decent Malaysian food around here closed down a month ago." The room was punctuated by the sharp tongue click. "For some reason, the owners decided to quit the restaurant business, in favor of purchasing a food truck." He huffed in disgust. "And then, I had to scrounge around through stores, like a mad man because everywhere under the sun was sold out of that - that green tea ice cream you like so much. It took so damn long to get here that it started melting on my shoes..." Damian growled at his loafers. By now she could feel holes burnt into the fabric she was holding in front of her body.
It was hardly her dress's fault.
"Damian." She spoke softly. "I didn't ask for any of that, or for you to show up here unannounced. And uninvited." Pale feet padded over to the closet, where she started to shimmy into the black, clingy garment. "Don't forget, I haven't even seen you in weeks."
"Exactly my point. You shouldn't go." He folded his arms. "Besides, you don't even like..." Raven poked her head over the side of the door and eyed him coolly. Green tea ice cream or not, he was treading on thin ice with her already. "You don't even like going out, not spontaneously - and certainly not while wearing that."
"Oh? I see... You march in here after a few weeks of radio silence..." Raven started to scathe out to a suddenly scared Damian. Then, she smirked. Thinking better of it. No, this was not how her evening was going to go. "Your timing is actually quite fortuitous." With her dress pooled around the middle of her back, she turned to him, satiny strands of amethyst silk spilling over a slim shoulder. "Can you...zip me up?"
Damian paused, his green gaze lingering for much longer than was acceptable on the exposed skin above her ass. He shifted, before he cleared his throat. "Raven, are you still going to go? Can't we talk...?" He sounded pained. Annoyance swiftly succeeded when she didn't bite. "When I left that voicemail yesterday, I said I wanted to tell you something."
"I didn't get a voicemail." The mage said simply. "But I don't need to listen to it to know what it said." Raven exhaled. "Probably that we're heroes... We can hardly manage consistency in our personal lives for long - if we want to save the lives of others." She fingered her partly undone zipper and cocked her head in warning. "I am familiar with the story." And she had grown tired of it.
"I would have said something similar in the past..." Damian swallowed. "But, I've been thinking about that. A little."
"Have you now, Damian?" The bright purple gaze flickered of faint amusement. "Zip?" She asked simply.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about... In part, it's why I came over."
"Zip." She interjected, with an edge of boredom.
"I wanted to spend tonight..." Damian licked his lips. "With you." He muttered under his breath. "I just wanted to see you, alright?" He grimaced. "I was thousands of miles away from the city and my mind kept coming back to you."
Raven traced the frame of the door with an errant finger, glancing away.
"Raven?" She stepped backwards into the closet. "Didn't you hear me?"
Raven stiffened, feeling his body right behind her. She glanced behind her. "Are you going to zip me up or...?"
"I know you heard me...and if you didn't." Damian crushed his mouth to hers, sliding his fingers through her soft hair. He nibbled her lip, before he plunged into her warmth. They pressed themselves into the tiny space, the wooden shelves, and racks of neutral palates and monochrome, while hangers swung wildly about them. "I'll show you."
"Damian." She murmured, breathlessly. No, she couldn't. Raven wrenched her body from his. "So... what if I did?" Raven stumbled onto two pairs of nearly identical black boots, in an effort to put distance between them.
"You did, and you were still going to go out?" Damian hissed low and dangerous. "Am I not enough for you tonight, Raven?"
"Damian - that's -" He gathered her hair behind her ear, sliding his teeth down the reddening lobe, the smooth column of neck. His tongue was trailing along her flushing skin fervently. "That's not true." She moaned as his hands kneaded her chest. Damian pulled and plucked and her nipples hardened almost instantly. His hands traveled along her curves to grab her hips, pressing her firm into the straining bulge in his pants and then grinding into the curve of her ass, while his fingers worked their way up her thighs. Raven let out a delicious squeak. Her body was shaking, and crying out for relief.
"I know it's not true; I mean look at you, melting into my hands - I've barely touched you... I didn't know you were so...sensitive." Damian teased, enjoying the indescribable hold he had over the most powerful woman alive. He licked his lips, his hand rubbing her core through her moist panties. Raven felt him smirking onto the nape of her neck. "You've been thinking about me pressing myself up against you from the moment I walked through the door..." She gasped. He had no idea how right he was. When she saw the tensed jawline, sharp stubble and that broad, strong body looming over her, she had been picturing it. "Admit it, you wanted this the second you sensed me behind you, didn't you?"
"No." Raven panted, gripping the plastered door frame for support, as he stroked her faster. "This is only - because we haven't seen each in so long." She tried feebly, but her mind was hazy and blurred. It was more: It was her body's practically involuntary response to Damian's. They were magnets or caustic chemicals. She couldn't help but react to him, to reach out and bind to him. Raven's core was quaking into his palm - the friction felt absolutely electric, where his hands had touched, where their bodies overlapped.
"Then, I'll say it first: I missed you, Raven." His rough fingers tore her zipper down the rest of the way and hiked her dress up her thighs. He slid her thong aside. "Every hour of every day I was away, I thought about you," he groaned. Raven angled her head back to his, her moans muffling in his mouth as hardness rolled along wetness. She didn't even know when his jeans had come undone, but Azar, did she want him.
"I only want you."
Raven gasped, finally inhaling after the pleasant push of their bodies becoming one. His torso encircled her own, muscular arms caressed her bare back. And he took her from behind, over and over, to the beautiful sounds of whimpers, hangers swinging, the endless creaks of a closet door.
And Raven's phone, forgotten and buzzing on the floor.
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oh there’s so many,,,,,,,,, um. i’d say their upbringing/families?
first off shay is a youngest child with a fairly large age difference (like 8 years minimum) between her and her older sisters. cat on the other hand is the oldest daughter with two younger brothers. cat also has a TON of family in the area while shay’s family immigrated from ireland and england and have no other family in the area. so cat also grey up with a ton of cousins/aunts/uncles and shay was very isolated. weirdgirl
cat had a very straight path in life that she made for herself which was like. i will work on a ranch 👍 (that’s not reallyyyy what she wanted to do but she gave up her dreams a long time ago) while shay was like poor family kid running around fishing and climbing -> really sudden transition to we have money and power and you have to act like it. this kinda means that cat is very like. she’s practical she knows how stuff works she knows how to do things. and shay is kinda all over the place with a bunch of random little skills but also like shockingly useless in a lot of random stuff. like she can shoot (cat probably could but won’t. for reasons) but she can’t cook very well at all.
they both had very like tumultuous childhoods but in a different way. shay’s was very like she should have been a son and her dad just kinda pretended he could treat her the same until it got to the point where he couldn’t and then he started resenting her a little and everything got awful very fast. cat had parents who could be a little strict but loved her a lot and then the Events happened and now she lives with her aunt and uncle who love her very much as well but she just doesn’t. believe that. guilty guilty guilty. the cowbird
27. How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?
they go very far to every extreme in a way that’s almost concerning. cat HAS killed shay. shay killed someone for cat before they even really knew each other at all.
cat has also risked her life and permanently scarred herself to bring shay BACK. late story is more shaky in my head but the answer to the second part is yeah. horribly so
19. Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?
i think they would eat each other if they could but they would never say that
in all seriousness they have a really. weird relationship. it’s two people who never really knew each other get thrown into an awful weird situation place where they are now each others only company for most of the time and also there are Monsters. so they kind of do friendship all out of order it’s like…. names. kill for each other. deepest traumas. stabbing. what’s your favorite color?
i’m sure there’s a part of them that wishes they were more distant bc they do end up hurting each other a lot. and also hurting themselves by doing that. but i also think they are a bonded pair that should not be separated like those cats at the shelter
22. When were they the most vulnerable with each other?
orurghhhhh there’s this one scene im working on..,,,,,
20. What is their best memory together?
oryrghhh…. i’ve been reworking the story a bit but im gonna use the og plan to answer this one. so probs like reaching the coast. it’s kind of like a . it’s over we made it we’re both here moment.
i’m sure they’ll get better memories as they get older :) ill be nice
18, 19, 25, 22 for shay and katarzyna
18. Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?
i think it’s temporary for katarzyna for sure. she kinda sees shay as like… a means to an end. at some point the line blurs between shay and helena (katarzynas little sister that she’s using shay to try to get back).
for shay on the other hand,,, i know deep down she knows it’s temporary. not because she knows she’s being used but because she knows she’s going to die. but she clings to katarzyna anyways. she’ll bleed for anything if it holds her tight enough :(
19. Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?
complicyaed ,,,,,,, very much so. unsatisfied because they’ll both never have enough of anything i think.
shay wishes they were closer. bc it’s. shay and she’s like that and also other reasons that i wouldnprobably write way too much about if i started on them now.
katarzyna both keeps shay at arms length and is like the most traumadumping blurring-the-lines-on-who-you-actually-are bitch EVER. like are you my daughter are you my sister are you a god. i don’t know!!! it’s kind offffff like the whole shauna/callie thing but a bit different. i love you but do i love you or who i think you are sometimes. i don’t want you near me you’re everything ive lost you’re the only thing i have left. and then from the other side it’s like all i want is an adult who cares about me all i want is someone who can tell me im okay. they’re so horrible
25. If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?
WEIRD.
idk like. it’s kind of impossible to tell who they are to each other the dynamic is just. idk how to even. describe it. i tried with the earlier question. maybe like….. a mentor situation? if you just kinda saw them? like a mother daughter kind of . more like an apprentice thing
22. when were they most vulnerable with each other?
oh god um. they kind of take turns 😭 i can think of a few occasions but they would take a shitton of context to explain. soooooo. if im going with older story framing maybe after shay killed her dad and then came back. that was something for sure
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The fairy egg has begun to shine and feels warm upon touch. You can vaguely see the shape of something in it… If you put your ear to it, you might even hear a soft humming.
Time and time again, the voices can be heard.
Speaking. Whispering. Yelling.
Talking of the birth of another, one fit to live a life.
The time is coming, ever closer.
Ever closer with each moment, each second, each day.
And even now, the world around it can hardly wait.
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THANKS ANDI!Here we goooo!1. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?Read my fanfiction LOL. Even though it’s not out yet mehehehehehe!!Watch, LOSTand listen to Thomas Bergersen’s (Two Steps From Hell) amazing music and just let your fantasies run wild!11. describe your ideal day.As an Introvert, my ideal day would beee... Sit by a nice fire, have some Jazz music in the background, a glass of whiskey and write... Just write. Or get some ideas. 16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?I sometimes think to myself yeah. Since if I was born in America I pretty much was already at the place I now feel I belong at =\ But then again, maybe as an American I would strive to come out here instead!28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?.... 10 being the worst? Then it’s 7. I can really be annoyed by a person very fast if said person doesn’t take me serious when I am so. And then I become a downright.... bitch? >.< To be honest, I hate it when that happens because I can’t stand myself at that moment as well.
