So this is something odd I cobbled together yesterday. (@ravenfan1242 I know you also love KFRae, so I hope you like this ❤️)I am in the process of pushing out some old stuff, asks, chapters, backdated/old works, and possibly headcanons, but I have been exploring the occasional new piece, like this one that nobody asked for. Thank you to everyone in the amazing community I call home. While I know not everything is where I left it, I'm happy to write my way through (life) changes again..
The tiny cabin creaked, battered by the elements. The onslaught of wailing wind and leaden rain seemed determined to shift it on the spot. The dense, forest covered mountains rumbled with every ricochet of thunder. The dimly lit cabin windows flickered in and out with every lightning strike.
It was nothing compared to being berated by an internal war. Somehow the sounds and sensations soothed her. Shivering, she stood toweling off her rainwater drenched locks by the fire she’d managed to get going. It was lucky she thought to bring enough logs inside to last a while, she could already tell it was going to be a long night.
“Found you, Raven.”
Raven’s heart almost stopped when she turned around. She could have leapt a foot in the air, but she didn’t. A slick, crimson suit coated the rippling muscled legs leaning on the log cabin wall. Like he owned the place. But his expression said he wanted to own her.
Wally West.
It was like the God of Lightning himself had struck down from above to summon him here. So far, he was the only person who could manage to sneak up on her successfully. And that was just on his default speed setting.
“You’re not, Wallace…are you?”
“What gave it away?”
Even if she wasn’t supernaturally perceptive, it was obvious.
The invisible wind that followed everywhere. The almost audible chill. The sharpened kinetic energy in the air around his body. This was another being entirely. She’d always believed the SpeedForce was a noumenon. Unknowable in itself. Occasionally the SpeedForce surpassed the bounds of its symbiosis with him. To speak through him. To guide his thoughts. To take over his movement. It could see the full spectrum of all that was, all came before and all that was to come—particularly advantageous in difficult battles, there was no doubt. But lately, it was springing free of its host’s control for...recreational purposes.
“How did you even get in here?” Raven asked hesitantly, knowing it was redundant.
“You always hide, Raven. And even if Wallace doesn’t, I always got the sense you wanted us to seek.”
The truth was the SpeedForce could have appeared to her at any moment, he was simply choosing to toy with her for his own amusement. Still, why a being like him even bothered to give chase, she’d never know. Was it a fixation on her or a fetish?
“Well…” Her mouth had started going dry. She did her best to shove down that twisted thought. “Olly olly oxen free?” Raven croaked.
“Indeed.”
He peeled off his mask to let the icicles in his eyes fully pierce her. “You sought me once in the wilderness long ago. I’m merely returning the favor.” She dropped the towel in her disbelief, but he continued. “I’m only here because of you.” The teasing lilt lifted from his tone because now, his words were matter of fact. “You sought me out when Wallace wanted to quit. You found me.”
“Yes, I did and I… Maybe, I shouldn’t have,” Raven admittedly shakily.
“No,” he cut in quickly. “You were right to want Wallace’s power—to want me… So here I am, Raven.” At this a loud crack thunder exploded as if on cue. Raven regarded him through slits, wondering if he’d somehow done that on purpose. After all, he could do almost anything.
He stalked around the cabin and inspected it. To see him move this way, not in nanoseconds, but in meters—it was almost scarier than the usual rush. This was intentional. Listless. Languid. Lifeless.
Painstakingly, preternaturally…slow.
“This hovel is where you disappear to…” The ice blue crackle of his eyes was unfathomable. “Whenever you want to get away from it all?” The SpeedForce sounded disappointed with her.
“Yes, it is,” she said defiantly. “So what?” Raven folded her arms. She hoped she looked braver than she felt. Of all the wilds and various creatures beyond these walls, yet none so dangerous as the presence before her.
“You could go anywhere. Any country. Any dimension. And yet, this is what you choose?” The Speedforce clicked its tongue.
Again?
Were they really doing this again?
Just because he was an all powerful entity beyond comprehension, it didn’t mean he understood her. Raven rolled her eyes. It was like he wanted her to indulge. To succumb to the basest part of herself. To let out her demons, metaphorical or literal. But she never would. He had access to infinite time, infinite knowledge, and yet it somehow didn’t occur to him that she wanted other things.
“It doesn’t matter if it isn’t much, it’s mine,” she said, a grace note of pride swelling inside. “That’s more than you can say.”
He stopped circling her and zipped backward, his steps splintering with static. Briefly Raven wondered if she’d upset him. But then, a raucous mechanical laugh reverberated in his chest like a sonic boom. It made the thunder outside the walls of the cabin sound like child’s play.
“Why would you want this?” The distaste dripped off his tongue. It was so different from Wally’s usual voice and tone that it was jarring to see the words come from his mouth. Even if they were slightly distorted by the odd warbling.
“I didn’t ask you here for decorating tips or to help me renovate, you went looking for me,” Raven murmured, a steely glint in her violet stare. “If you don’t like it, you can leave the way you came.”
“Now Raven, let’s leave the hastiness to me,” he shook the windswept flames of his hair back and forth, grinning widely. Almost threateningly. “There’s nothing wrong with rustic. But, I can give you more. Since, I know you won’t go after what you deserve.”
“Your favorite argument. It’s getting as old as time itself.” She glared at him. “But please feel free to enlighten me.”
He opened his mouth and closed it, perhaps thinking better of it. “You’re going to catch a cold.” He nodded at her dripping hair.
“Yes, I’m well aware. I was remedying that before you rudely—”
But before she could finish her thought or even blink, his fingers were everywhere at once, reaching for zippers and straps and spandex to strip it all away. Off, off, off. There went her layers, her suit, her cloak, her sanity. In an instant, Raven had been left in her bra and panties. The remnants of speed left her stumbling out of an inelegant pirouette. Dizzingly, she stretched out for purchase on the stony wall above the fireplace.
When she finally glanced up, she found her clothes hanging in front of the fire to dry as it crackled in the hearth. He could have dried them in an instant, but she knew he wanted it this way. Relief shot through her as she spotted the earlier abandoned towel and scrabbled for it on the wood floor. Raven wrapped herself in it, as if to shield herself from his penetrating gaze. For once, there was no need. He was staring into the flickering heat, his body sprawled comfortably on the faded couch. It almost looked like he was relaxing.
He cocked his head to the side, a little smile playing on his full lips in the light. The sweet, cinnamon freckles covering his cheeks and the coy expression were familiar, but somehow not quite right. Not quite her Wallace. By the dull ache of her body, she knew this, yet a piece of her was intrigued.
“Come sit with me.”
Raven didn’t move. She was silently appraising him. The tables had turned it seemed. The drumming pattern of his fingers grew more and more riotous, the more impatient he became.
“Come on, I won’t bite… yet.” Cockiness was another thing the SpeedForce and Wally had in common. “Fine, foreplay it is…” He muttered under his breath. “We can play one of those inane human games to take the edge off.” A stack of board games appeared on the carved wooden table. One of the boxes of cards had burst open and were littering the air. “I’ll even humor you at chess.”
“Humor me?” Raven’s nostrils flared. “The cabin is beneath you, chess is beneath you, my life choices are beneath you…” She listed them off on her fingers. “Aren’t I beneath you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Raven,” he scoffed. “You’re not all.”
Faster than thought, faster than the realization that he was going to make her regret her words—the lumpy couch cushions were underneath her thighs.
“Now you are…”
Before Raven could let out the breath she’d been holding, he was leaning over her, expeditiously, icy bright orbs nearer than ever. They were mesmerizing, twin chasms like portals into time. The call of the void drew her in, it was so intense she barely registered that he was reaching out to touch her.
“What do you want with me?” Raven murmured.
His fingertip froze a centimeter from her cupid’s bow, then stopped.
“Well, it’s not entirely fair, is it?”
“Fair?” Raven repeated bemusedly. “What is fair?” She, of all people, could spend an eternity pondering the concept of fairness. But only one of them had an eternity to spend. Time made fools of them all, but he wanted to talk about fairness.
“You sought us both, but neglected my presence.”
“I was unaware of your presence,” Raven said sharply. “Until recently.”
It was more like she’d been unaware of his sentience.
“That does not change the circumstances of the arrangement. Wallace has held you. Wallace has kissed you. Well, Wallace will even—”
“I don’t want to know.” Raven’s heart just skipped a beat.
Was that a slip of the tongue? Or did he do that just because he could?
“Fine. You will find out soon enough. The point remains, I have not gotten the honor. Not even once.” His head dipped lower, the warm crackle of breath ever closer. “I know the mechanics. But I wonder…” When his tongue darted out to taste her, there was an intense, tingling sensation, like grazing the tip of an exposed copper wire. Raven’s eyes sprang open.
Was it her power or his…or both?
“This is a bad idea.”
“An incredibly bad idea.” The Speedforce smiled in agreement. “Or a brilliant one.” His oscillating fingers latched onto her waist and he pressed his mouth harder and harder into her own, while the cacophony of his kiss made her moan and cling to his staticky skin.
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I don't ship wallyrae in the sense I don't think that the two of them are compatible or would last in any kind of long term relationship but I DO love whatever's wrong with them when they try to be together
I am currently in the mood to gush about Raven (DC), thus decide to have an organised Raven-related tag system so that my fellow Raven enthusiasts who happen to come across my humble blog could easily search for my Raven content.
Every Raven post will be tagged "#Raven DC" as well as "#in this house we do not call her", "#Rachel Roth", "#or", and "#Raven Roth". The last four tags are mainly for expanding the reach of the posts, but I am serious about my distaste for the name Rachel Roth or even Raven Roth.
Then, depending on the material discussed, the post can either be tagged "DC comics" or "DCAMU", etc., along with the name of the material (if it is in my knowledge and if it is the focus of the discussion).
For the shipping tags, I will only use 5 shipdom tags, namely "#WallyRae", "#KFRae", "#DamiRae", "#JeriRae", and "#RobRae". I will kind of use the BBRae tag, but it will mostly be "#antiBBRae". For other Raven's relationships, the tag formula will be "#Raven x [character name]" for nonromantic relationships and "#Raven/[character name]" for (any potentially) romantic relationships, with the name being the full first name and surname of the character (for example, Richard Grayson, Joseph Wilson, and Wallace West). The character's name will also be tagged individually if their characterisation is discussed with importance. There is one thing to note about the "#RobRae" tag, though: It is actually an umbrella tag for all ships with any characters that have been Robin EXCEPT Damian, so posts about "#DickRae", "#JayRae", or "#TimRae". for example, will all be tagged with "#RobRae" in addition to "#Raven/[character name]". But the other 4 shipdom tags will not be tagged along with "#Raven/[character name]".
For my own types of Raven's content, at the moment, there will be 5 categories with the corresponding tags:
"#Commentary": Where I briefly and casually analyse and comment on a specific detail/plot/moment from DC comics or movies. If the detail/plot/moment alone is comprehensive or so major to the understanding of Raven as a character, the post will be a discussion in a more serious manner and tagged with "#Character Study" instead. Otherwise, if the detail/plot/moment is only a small fraction of a certain aspect of Raven's characteristion, the post will just be a "#Commentary" and only the compilation of details/plots/moments of that nature will be tagged as a "#Character Study" post.
"#Character Study": Where I delve into the canon characterisation of Raven, specifically, or Raven's relationships.
"#Fanfiction": Where I attempt to write fanfics, apparently; also the place for me to dump my fanfic ideas and prompts in general.
"#Character Concept": Where I suggest ideas or headcanons on how Raven or Raven's relationship(s) could be developed canonically, mostly using non-DC inspiration sources.
"#Meme": Simply where I make Raven-related memes, or jokes.
And that is all! This post will be updated as soon as my content plan has any changes. Also, to sum up the kind of Raven fan I am:
I am one of those 80s Raven enthusiasts. But I am fond of DCAMU Raven as well.
I am a multishipper, with my true pairings being the 80s WallyRae/KFRae, DamiRae, and JeriRae. The other ships are only for funsies, although I might be a bit too passionate about the potential of the 80s DickRae and New 52 TimRae.
Despite being a multishipper, canon BBRae really is not my cup of tea. But I do have my own interpretation on how BBRae should be, if for some reasons the pairing has to occur.
There is no fathoming the depth of hatred I feel for the name Rachel Roth or even Raven Roth.
Wally doesn't want to have Raven anywhere near his mind again. Ever again.
The mere thought -- it feels slimy. Like there are sticky fingers stirring him up, poking at him, slipping inside each and every crevice until the hooks of possession are deep inside his brain. The mere thought, yeah, the mere thought makes him feel like running.
He does not want to be used in such a way again.
Then why is it... why is it that he still craves for her touch? Why is it that he remembers the heat of her skin, the way her body shook under him, how she gasped his name in pleasure-pain-pleasure?
What's so sick and twisted about him that he's attacked by such longing?
Raven isn't in his head anymore. Then why is he still carrying the embers of a much larger fire?
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Like I think I want dickrae just because of how amazing and mutual their respect and understanding for each other is and that bond they have but the fact that it wasn’t canon in the show just made me want it so much more. All my favorite fics are dickrae lol
I ship Damirae more rn because it was cannon and all the art and fics we have now (especially your work lol)
Yeah I could no agree more and I think there some level of relatability that Raven has with each Robin (for some odd reason) but Dick and Damian (especially and Animated Series Dick) fit into that dynamic with much Morse ease. As for Wally West I do enjoy the original pairing from the comic not so much the recent one. The old one definitely tugged at my heart strings and was far better opposites attract dynamic that BBrae in my opinion. It actually reminds me a lot the themes in Alfred Tennyson poem The Lady of Shallot.
