Damian, talking with Batman 666 : So, you gave your soul to the demon and that gave you immortality.
Batman 666: That's right, I can even use a couple of magic tricks.
Damian: Cool.
Raven: Damian Thomas Wayne Al Ghul, don't even think about it.
Damian: What?
Raven: Swear to me that under no circumstances will you sell your soul to the demon.
Batman 666: Too late Witch Girl, he, like me, has already eternally bound his soul to the demon and that is not going to change.
Raven: Not if I can help it.
Damian, confused : Wait what? I haven't even been in contact with a-
Batman 666: *winks*
Damian, looks closely at Batman 666 who is looking at Raven and, after thinking about it for a while, turns to Raven and nods : He's right. My soul belongs to the demon and what's worse I gave it for free. But I do not regret.
*Damian and Raven get into a heated argument*
Raven: I'll find a way to undo it!
Damian: You can't.
Raven: No Damian! Why? At what point did you do it?
Damian: The moment I met you.
Raven: Wait what?
Damian and Batman 666: *smiling with the same smile*
Raven: *blushes*
Batman 666, smirking : The White Witch will never believe me when I tell her this.
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âśď¸ Directly inspired by ViLaViâs fic âFeather Collectionâ chap. Nanda Parbat on AO3!! (Surprise surprise, I love that chap with my dear life canât @ tag for some reason ugh) The archery scene stuck with me, what can I say đ
âśď¸ LoA is always a fun AU because of all the different ways it can be interpreted! Are they gonna conquer mankind together? Save the world from themselves? Build a kingdom? We may never know haha Plus, darkness & gold is damn hot?? 𤣠Itâs also the one of the VERY few comic versions of Damian we have as an adult which makes it easier for me to draw - except that I struggle with Ravenâs potential design 𼲠This one is by far the best Iâve come up with, kinda like how it came out!
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Day Three: BDSM (really more of a kink club, but bear with me here)
I had a bit of trouble with today and ended up rewriting this three times. Itâs not great towards the tail end, and itâs only got a once-over in editing, but I hope itâs okay. Thank you for putting up with me.
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The meaty, hot hand on her wrist was unnecessary, but Raven somehow managed to keep her powers in check. As much as she wanted to show this idiot what she was capable of, she knew better. Raven offered a practiced, saccharine smile, and hoped she looked as vacant as customers seemed to think she was.Â
âIâm sorry, Mr. Smith. Iâm not on the roster, Iâm afraid. Iâm only here to serve you drinks.â Raven had repeated that phrase at least a hundred times tonight, but it didnât matter. Few people listened to her anyway. She had promised Damian no magic on the guests unless absolutely necessary, but she was beginning to regret that decision. At least with magic she could numb their brain and make them regret ever talking to or touching her. She could give them the nightmares they deserved.Â
With another one of the cheap, friendly smiles she had somehow managed to master, Raven sat the glass down on the table in front of the middle aged man. âThe ale you ordered, sir.âÂ
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Prompt: Each time Raven tried a new name for her father-in-law.
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Raven kept her face stoic as she blended into the shadows of the BatCave. Robin was standing beside her, an annoyed tension in his shoulders as he prepared to argue with the Batman over her. The teen resisted the urge to look down at the tension that filled the air, just barely feeling the sticky press of the two Batsâ emotions âthe press of their irritationâ as they stared at each other.
The cause for the argument was obvious on both their faces, despite how stoic the two vigilantes were.Â
Batman didnât trust her.Â
Raven couldnât find it in her heart to blame him. Robin certainly didnât trust her when she first joined the Titans; in fact, once the name âTrigonâ filled his ears heâd been more ready to put his sword through her heart rather than trust her to watch his back while on the battlefield. But things had changed and she had proven herself not only to be useful, but to be a (dare she say) tolerable presence in the ex-assassinâs life.Â
So, instead of letting her teammate fight her battles for her, Raven steeled her nerves and stepped forward. The cloaked vigilante stared down at her, his face and emotions unreadable as he narrowed his eyes. Raven said the manâs moniker, hating how her voice sounded too soft even in her own ears, âBatman?â
Iâm alive, I promise, although long periods between posts actually should not be too surprising at this point. Iâm currently working on a request and I feel it has been some of my best writing in a long time, so Iâm not trying to rush it. I am however hoping to get it done by the end of August.Â
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damirae week 2021
tuesday, May 4th - enemies to lovers & dark fantasy/ fairytale
title: bewitched
summary: âThereâs a sly and satisfied smirk playing on her lips, and for a moment, he knows she has bewitched him, body and soul. This girlâ this demonâ is going to be his downfall. "
Ao3 // ffnet
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It is a moonless night when the most powerful members of the League of Assassins are gathered in the catacombs of the sacred city of Eth Althâeban. There are at least 20 men wearing dark-green hoods to cover their faces, each holding a lit candle in order to provide just the minimum luminosity for the ceremony that is about to take place. Their leader, Damian AlâGhul, stands straight as he holds his powerful countenance, his emerald eyes never leaving the deteriorated book in his hands. A conjuring circle has been drawn with the ancient sand of the white desert, and at this moment, all the preparations have been concluded.
At last, the time has come. After spending years studying the dark arts and reading countless manuscripts on the matter, Damian is finally ready to take the next step towards a prosperous future. He is about to do what his predecessors never had the guts to, and with this action, a new era for the League is about to begin. He will make his grandfather proud by rewriting the history of their organization. He will be respected and his name, finally, immortalized.
âFrom hell, I, Damian AlâGhul summon thou. Break the gates, unleash thy power and come forward. Step into this world now that the shadows cover this land. Be mine, demon, and my heart shall be yours for eternity.â He closes the book, handling it to one of the servants standing next to him. His hand reaches for the dagger in his belt, and in a fraction of a second, he tears the skin of his right hand. Red blood oozes from the sash and he lets it drip over the circle, tinging the white sand into a bright crimson. âAzarath Metrion Zinthos.â
The last words come as a whisper and a profound silence envelops the room. A couple of seconds pass, and though he can practically touch the thick anxiety of his subordinates around him, thereâs no room for hesitation in his core. His pulse suddenly increases and itâs as if he can feel his heart constricting inside his ribcage. Itâs not painful, not in the least. In fact, it gives him a feeling of fulfillment, and as he embraces this feeling, the ground beneath his feet starts to shake.
A dust of wind invades the catacombs, the lights of a few candles fading in consequence. Suddenly, an ominous fog swirls inside the circle, delicate at first, but quickly escalating into a dark vortex. Breathing gets harder, as if all the oxygen is quickly vanishing, and from the corner of his eyes, he can see some of the elder man falling on their knees, holding their throats and gasping for air. He doesnât move, though. He canât, for his feet are suddenly too heavy and something tells him he shouldnât move a single muscle.
So he doesnât. He stands his ground for what feels like an eternity, but eventually, the turmoil ceases and a dark sphere appears over the circle, floating steadily. His ears capture the sound of his men recovering, and some even take a step closer to him, as if to offer their prince some support. They have their blades ready, but Damian knows they wonât do anything unless he commands them to. Thereâs no need for violence. At least not yet.
After almost a full minute, the orb then dissolves and a small figure is now kneeled on the floor, the runes of the circle now shinning with a purple aura. His men are left in pure awe at the scene in front of them, but Damian doesnât let those feelings take over him. His eyes are slowly studying the figure, and it doesnât take long for him to realize the demon he has summoned has a human formâ the form of a woman, apparently.
Her head is lowered, dark hair falling forward. Sheâs naked, her bare skin pale as the finest porcelain and slim curves outlining her figure. Her arms are wrapped across her chest in a protective way, and he is quick to notice the way sheâs shivering. Sheâs cold, he thinks. Itâs mid winter here, and perhaps, she must still be used to the warmer temperatures of hell.
âBring me a source of fire. Now.â He orders, and his subordinates donât question, quickly lighting a brazier. In a swift move, then, Damian unbuttons the cape that falls over his shoulders and wraps it around her. Heâs crouched now, his feet invading the circle and his face just a few inches away from hers. When he reaches out for her now covered shoulder, she trembles under his touch. His eyes squint a bit, and slowly, he watches as she finally lifts her face.
Their eyes are connected now. His emeralds and her amethyst clashing and he canât find it in himself to look away. Sheâs enticing, seductive, even. Her eyes are as deep as autumnâs starry skies, and her rosy lips are slowly parting as she studies his expression. Thereâs a red crystal on her forehead, and itâs as if flames are dancing inside of it.
Damian is mesmerized by her ethereal beauty. Sheâs probably the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, and for a moment, her pure looks make him forget that she is, in fact, a demon. A demon he has summoned to help him achieve his goals.
Once realization strikes him back, he blinks and breaks eye contact. He stands up, his imposing figure now towering over her body as he reaches out, offering his hand to help her stand. At first, her eyes are just staring at him, but eventually, she accepts his gesture and he can properly feel her icy touch clashing against his warm skin. Though her legs are still shaky, she manages to stand up, and as expected, sheâs smaller than him. She lets go of his hand once sheâs confident enough to stand alone, and though her eyes were only filled with confusion until this point, now, he can see a new flame behind her irises.
Sheâs examining her surroundings now, and he wonders if sheâs either planning a way to escape or to kill all of themâ for their sake, he hopes itâs not the latter. The demoness takes a deep breath, then, and her attention returns to him.
âSo youâre the one whoâs summoned me.â Her voice is low, almost velvety, and he senses an inch of growing confidence in it.
âYes.â He confirms. âYou will help me achieve my goals.â His eyes are determined as those words roll out of his tongue, and that determination evokes a smirk on her lips.
âOh, is that so? How can you be so sure of that? Tell me whatâs stopping me from killing you and all of your men?â
The lack of hesitation in her voice causes a turmoil in his men, and they were quick to unsheathe their blades. Rage fills their hearts, and their blood-thirst is almost palpable now.
âJust say the word, your majesty.â One of them says, and itâs clear that they only need the minimum approval from Damian to slit her throat.
âIs this your pathetic excuse for backup?â She huffs, not bothering to spare them a single glance. Theyâre growing more irritated, but she pays them no mind. âI see why you needed a demon, then.â
âYou devil creature! How dare yoâ â
âEnough.â He says, firmly, with a reprimanding tone towards his men. If anything, he wonât let them fall for her tricky games so easily. Heâs glaring at her now, yet she doesnât seem intimidated by him in the least. âIf you wanted us dead, you wouldâve done it by now.â
âVery astute, your majesty.â She mocks, finally turning her amethyst orbs to his men. âAt ease, gentlemen. No one needs to die here tonight. Now, if you donât mind, I would like to speak alone with you, Damian AlâGhul.â
âVery well.â He turns to his men. âYou can leave now.â
âWhat?! Master Damian, we shouldnât have done this. We can just kill her and get back to the way we were before. We canââ
âDonât you dare finish this sentence, sergeant.â He speaks, harshly. âI forbid you or anyone else in this facility to bring her any harm. Have I made myself clear?â Thereâs a screaming silence after his words, but eventually, his men bow their heads in acceptance. Hands are clenched into tight fists, and at last, her smirk fades from her face. For that, Damian is thankful.
In less than a second, all the men surrounding them leave the room. The light from the lit fire outlines their silhouettes as they now stand face to face. Sheâs still wrapped around his green and golden cape, and thereâs a serious expression decorating her features now.
âSo, DamianâŚâ She starts, squinting her eyes in defiance. With her powers, the magic book heâs used to conjure the spells comes floating to her hands, and sheâs quick to start flipping through its dusty pages. âYou might be aware of this already, but you have used a pretty powerful grimoire to summon a demon like me. The mage who wrote this spells certainly knew what he was doing, for heâs found a way to turn the tables against us, evil creatures.â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means we canât just fool you, humans, into doing whatever we want like weâve been doing for the past centuries.â She smirks. âAt least not so easily anymore. With the spells in this book, giving you my real name or stuff like that makes absolutely no difference.â
âAnd what is it? Your name, I mean.â
Her eyes stare at him for a while, and though she takes a couple of seconds to try and read him, eventually, she gives in. âRaven. You can call me Raven.â
âRaven.â He tests her name in his own voice, and unconsciously, he finds himself enjoying the way it rolls out of his tongue. âPleasure to meet you.â
âPleasure is all mine.â She replies, finally closing the book with a loud noise. âWell, youâve summoned me from the depths of hell, Damian. You donât need to tell me your reasons for it, but please, do tell me, what is it that you want me to do? How can I serve you?â
He nods at her, and even if Damian knows better than to simply trust a demon, he believes sheâs being genuine. Though there are still a lot of things he has yet to learn about dark magic, he knows that the book heâs used gives him the higher ground against her. There are taming spells there that can subdue her to his wills, and if anything, sheâs not allowed to kill him. Theyâre bound together for as long as he wants to, and giving her his heart in exchange for that felt quite acceptable.
Theyâre each holding the strings of each otherâs lives, and with that, he believes they will find balance.
âI want what all the humans in my position want, Raven. I want enough power to protect my man and the things we stand for. Nothing more, nothing less.â
âNothing more, huh?â Her brows quirk, and she takes a few steps closer to him. Her eyes are on his, and he would be lying if he said he didnât spot a certain curiosity in her demeanor. âDonât you want to rule the world, Damian? Donât you want to be feared by nations and create your own empire?â
âNo.â He says, promptly. âA true leader should not be feared, but respected.â
âHow very honorable for a human.â She teases, finally returning the book to him. âBut this is none of my business. Iâm in no position to defy your wishes. Iâm bound to consent if thatâs what you want.â
She turns away from him, then, and he watches as his cape dances around her slim legs. She stretches her arms and neck, and thatâs when he reminds himself that, even if sheâs a creature from hell, Raven still has her own wishes and desires. Theyâve made a contract, and even if the odds are in his favor, there must be something in it for her, too. He refuses to believe that a human heart is enough to pay for what could be a life of servitude.
The leader of the Assassins takes a deep breath, then, as he decides to venture unexplored territory. His intentions are nobleâ at least he thinks they areâ and he doesnât hesitate before speaking. âAnd what is it that you want, Raven?â
âMe?â She asks, curiosity lacing her voice. She turns to face him once more, and he catches a glimpse of interest in her amethyst eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm asking you what is it that you want. What will you get from helping me?â
âIsnât it obvious?â She asks, her tongue instinctively running across her lower lip. âIâll be finally free, Damian.â
âFree?â He arcs his brows as he tries to understand her words. âCan you really be free while bounded to a human?â
âYou humans have a very idealistic sense of freedom. We are bound together, thatâs true, but that doesnât mean youâre taking away my freedom. Itâs quite the opposite, in fact.â
âHow so?â
âYou took me away from hell, Damian. And though it might not be the worst place for us, demons, itâs still pretty hard not to lose control when all of those suffering souls are screaming inside your head.â She smiles, weakly, but genuinely. âNow that Iâm only connected to you, itâs easier to think straight. My mind isnât crowded anymore, and that alone sets me free. If you are to put me in a cage for the rest of your life, so be it. At least I will some peace.â
His lips go agape after her words, and he feels his heart skipping a beat. Though he initially believed to know enough about demons due to his previous studies, Damian now knows that thereâs a lot more about them he has yet to understand. Theyâre creatures with thoughts and emotions, and some of them might still carry some traces of humanity. Though malice and wickedness might prevail in their core, perhapsâ just perhapsâ some of them can come to comprehend feelings such as mercy and happiness.
Perhaps, together, they can eventually comprehend the meaning of love.
The heart inside his chest, though no longer his, beats faster as his eyes continue to stare at her. A sense of dignity and justice takes over him, and before he knows it, his hand is already placed over her shoulder. His touch is tender, and he watches as bewilderment spreads around her face. âYou wonât be trapped in a cage, Raven. I want you to rule by my side, and we will stand together against whatever might come for us. I will give you anything you might desire. I will keep you safe.â
As his words sink in, a slow smile takes over her lips, and she uses her right hand to remove his from her shoulder. âA human protecting a demon⌠How amusing.â Her small fingers are now holding his, and he notices how foreign her touch feels. Still, sheâs gentle. âNot trapping a demon in a cage, huh⌠You might regret this decision later, Damian.â
âI wonât.â He nods, his grip on her fingers tightening. âYou will be free by my side. I give you my word.â
His promises come out almost as a whisper, and he watches as her expression, though still very strict, shows signs of excitement. Her amethyst eyes seem to shine brighter now, and her thin lips are slowly turning upwards. Right now, Damian is captivated by her genuine beauty and he canât control the sudden desire to have her that has grown inside of him. Perhaps itâs part of the original contract or even a curse sheâs putting on him. Whatever it is, he canât find it in himself to fight against this urge.
Raven blinks one more time, and slowly, her hand slides from his and sheâs now cupping his cheek. Her thumb slides across his olive skin, and he canât help but allow the weight of his head to rest over her palm. Their eyes are connected and he can feel a soft breeze coming from her slightly parted lips. Sheâs incredibly close now. So close that if he leans in, his lips might brush hers. The thought of kissing her crosses his mind, and though it might seem too misplaced, itâs not completely absurd.
Sheâs the owner of his heart, after all. Though the meaning of it might not be the same for her, he is still human. He is still a man.
âRaven, Iââ
âShhâŚâ She silences him, her eyes now only half opened. âDonât say anything you might regret later.â
âIâ â
Before he can even finish his words, Raven is the one who closes the gap between them. Her lips are pressed firmly against his in a soft and chaste kiss, and his body is quick to respond to her action. His arm slowly snakes around her small body, bringing her closer so they can deepen the kiss. Damian can feel the curves of her bare breasts against his chest and he can feel his body warming up at her touch.
Their tongues brush softly against one another, and once he adds a little roughness to the kiss, heâs able to elicit a soft moan from the depths of her throat. She responds to him promptly, their lips moving in perfect synchrony. Though it might not be natural for two extremely different creatures to engage in such actions, the desire running through his veins seems to be controlling his movements, and he doesnât think he has the strength to break free.
His mind is revolving around her right now, and though it might feel a little clouded, Damian doesnât think he has ever felt more powerful or sane in his entire life. He can barely feel his own heart beating anymore, but the power that now courses through his body is making him feel incredibly alive.
What is she doing to him? He doesnât know, not really. However, he doesnât really care about it right now.
Heâs entranced by her, and thereâs no turning back anymore. At least not until his heart stops beating.
His need for air forces him to retreat momentarily, their foreheads resting against one another. His lungs are desperate for fresh air, and judging by the way her ribcage is moving fast, he assumes sheâs just as needy.
âWhat have you done to me?â He asks, still breathless. The turmoil inside his body seems to be fading, and at last, he can think straight again.
âNothing your heart didnât wish for, Damian.â Raven answers, sliding her hand across his chest, until itâs placed over his heart. She can feel it beating against her palm, and he notices how focused she seems. Thereâs a sly and satisfied smirk playing on her lips, and for a moment, he knows she has bewitched him, body and soul. This girlâ this demonâ is going to be his downfall.
And the worst part is that heâs looking forward to it.
fin.
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a/n: day 2 and here we are! Ngl, I had this idea while watching a weird show and Iâm pretty happy with the result. Both Raven and Damian are such amazing characters to play with, and I think itâs our duty as shippers to explore them and their love. Well, what did you think? Hope youâve enjoyed it! Thank you for reading it, and see ya!