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normal-piece-of-shit · 4 years

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Congrats on the 500! Could you do a Daminette 2 were they’ve been rivals but that just how Damian dealt with his crush. Now worried if you don’t want to! Thank you have a good day!

Thanks! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Also, how dare you. How dare you make me like this prompt so much that I end up writing almost 2000 words.

Oh, and I may have changed the dialogue a bit to fit the story? And I also may have lost inspiration towards the end? Sorry!

Hope you enjoy!

Whispers flew around the school gym grounds. Even more so than the usual. Something about a certain cinnamon roll that could light up a whole room? Apparently that cinnamon roll would be with their class for a whole day?

Damian was sure that the Gothamites had finally reached the borders of insanity. Who knew how they survived this far with maniacs on the run every other month?

A cinnamon roll attending their class? And it lighting a room? Within Gotham of all places? Pah! He would have laughed if he hadn't been opposed to the idea of laughing!

His thoughts came to a halt as he heard a small, yet intriguing whisper.

“It's the cinnamon roll.” The person had whispered.

In an instant, hushed silence fell upon his class and heads turned to find the ‘cinnamon roll’. Damian would deny that he had been a part of them in this activity.

There. At the entrance. The sight of the famous ‘cinnamon roll’ left him baffled.

It-It was a person?! And cinnamon roll was used in a metaphorical sense?! The Gothamites still hadn't bordered insanity?! She really did light up a room?!

“DODGEBALL! WE'RE PLAYING DODGEBALL!”

We were what?

He'd spaced out?! He, Damian Wayne, had spaced out?! What had Gotham come to?

“DAMIAN’S THE LEADER OF TEAM 1!”

What?! Just how long had he spaced out?!

He didn't get to learn who the second team's leader was- he wouldn't have cared either way. Soon, he'd been pushed forward to select his teammates.

This could do. His eyes surveyed the crowd, looking for the best. His contemplative gaze rested on the ‘Cinnamon Roll’. She held his gaze fiercely. Hm. The Roll had guts, he’d admit. But no, she wouldn't do well. Too small and fragile.

He gave a small, dismissive shake of the head. The Roll’s eyes narrowed and burned with silent rage, as though she could read his thoughts.

He ignored her, of course.

A few minutes was all they needed. The teams had been formed. Team B were merely puny bugs compared to Team A. All of them seemed to realise that as well.

Well, all but one. The Roll’s glare pierced him no matter where he went. She seemed to be confident in her team's success.

He held back a smirk. The Roll had no idea just what she was getting herself in.

Marinette's teammates shuffled around, uneasy. Uneasy. Almost as if they had already been defeated. That wouldn't do!

No!

She fully intended to destroy that green-eyed, heartless, monster's whole career! And enjoy it at that!

“Listen up, you good for everything folks!” They turned to her. “Don't you despise feeling weak? Don't you want to feel the triumph that comes along when you defeat those that look down on you?!”

Her team looked at each other uncertainly. But not all! Some had contemplative looks. She was getting somewhere with this!

“Do you forget how Royalty should carry themselves?! Rise! I shall lead you to victory! The war shall end with their beheading!”

There was a pause.

“I-” Marinette looked at them nervously. “I was just kidding, of course.” Suspicious glances were thrown her way.

Ignoring the glances, she pointed at one of her teammates.

“You. Felix, Adrien’s cousin who's here for some reason.” She said with narrowed eyes. He grumbled under his breath. “I know you've got some tricks up your sleeve, use them!”

She turned to her other two teammates, one a blonde, long braided female and the other a brunette Male.

“You two, Allegra and Claude.” They stood straight. “You've got charm, distract them with it!” They gave a salute, hiding mischievous smiles.

“Allan! We need your music, make it epic, it'll catch them off guard! Felix will help you do it without getting caught.”

And just like that, she’d finished planning their victory. They wouldn't mind if she laughed an evil laugh would they?

One.

There was only one player left in both teams. Within one minute. AND THAT EPIC BACKGROUND MUSIC KEPT PLAYING.

Damian looked at the tiny Roll. The tiny Roll that had used her teammates unrelated to sports characteristics to defeat almost all of his team.

This was no longer about losing. He knew now. It was war. He'd set off the bomb and now he'd have to turn it off.

The gym grounds were dealt silent. Damian moved. The Roll moved.

The bell rang.

Groans flew from all directions. The Roll came up to him and held out a hand, a pleasant smile that hid silent threats on her face.

“Good game.” She said. “Never think of me as tiny ever again.” She whispered, her threat being loud and clear. He hesitantly shook her hand before giving her a glare.

“Good game.” He grit out. “Your hand is just as tiny as you.” He took his leave.

And as he did so, he'd established one certain thing. They were now, official rivals in all things.

Rivals for a week. That's how long the rivalry lasted.

Yes, Damian did notice their rivalry dissolving gradually. The two of them were seeing less of each other by the day and the dates and sharp jabs thrown were rare. The only thing that caught him off guard, were the new...emotions that came with.

He...He missed their old rivalry. And her sharp jabs. And her smug smirks. And how her tiny nose scrunched when she'd lose. And how her eyes would just shine- so bright when she'd win. And-

He really had to get rid of this new feeling.

Soon.

“-And Marinette will be paired with Damian-” He slammed his head against the desk. The world really was out to get him.

Paired with the demon. Paired with the demon. Paired with the demon. The kind of cute demon. Pairedwiththekindofcutedemon

Wait. No.

Not cute.

Evil.

Get your morals together, Marinette! He is not cute! He called you tiny! He's evil incarnate!

Well, on the bright side, she did miss his intolerable company. With no one to challenge and bring shame upon for losing, her days seemed...boring .

She even missed his remarks of her height! That said a lot.

Now that she thought about it, she even missed his annoying scowl! And how his eyes would twinkle with triumph and his adorable glare!

“We’re going to your place for this project, Tiny Roll.”

She'd even started hallucinating his presence!

The illusion Damian brought up his hand and-

Hit her head lightly.

Oh. It was real.

Damian stood outside the apartment that Tiny Roll had told him to come to.

His hands hovered above the door bell. Why was hesitating? Why wasn't he ringing the bell?

The door opened, revealing a sleepy Marinette.

“Did it have to be at this time of the hour?” She asked the stunned Damian.

“Its 1 pm.” He stated, eyes narrowing. “How did you know I was out here?”

“1 pm is too early during weekends.” She yawned. “Also, I could sense your hate for me from a mile away. You've been talking out loud.” She gestured for him to enter. He moved inside, not a tiny bit ready for what he saw.

Pink.

The whole place was pink. Ok, maybe not entirely. There were white and black too, but so much pink.

“Eh, your eyes will get used to it.”

He turned towards her, for a moment forgetting her presence while he had been lost in the pink.

“I’m making coffee, want some?” She didn't stay for an answer, leaving immediately.

He sat on the sofa. Surrounded with the pink walls. He shuddered at the pink sight.

“You've been quiet.” Marinette said, sounding accusing. “What are you planning?”

He stared at her, contemplating how to explain what he was secretly planning, probably. She raised an eyebrow.

“...I don't hate you.”

Wait, what?

“I think.”

There it was!

She rolled her eyes. Why had that given her momentary relief? “You hesitated. For about 10 minutes too!” She patted his head, “Of course you hate me!”

“I don't hate you!”

“You do!”

“No, I don't!”

They held each others gaze, both too stubborn to back down.

“Prove it.” She said softly. “Prove you don't hate me.”

He stiffened. A contemplative silence fell upon them.

What was taking him so long? He'd been so sure just a second ago! She wanted him to say something! She didn't want to be left alone with her thoughts. Not now. Not when the answer was so obvious. Not when it...hurt so much.

“There's no way I’d hate you.” He said, stepping closer. “No. If I'd hated you, I'd have hated the sight of your smile.” He stopped right in front of her.

Why was her heart beating so fast?

“I'd have hated how your eyes would always shine.”

When did he notice such things? Why did he notice such things?

“I’d have hated seeing you every day.”

And just why did his words make her happy?

“Prove it, you said?” He leaned closer, their faces inches apart, as he brushed aside stray strands of her hair. “I never did back down from your challenges.” He murmured before kissing her-

Cheek.

Oh god. He kissed her cheek. And she let him!

She pushed him away, desperately trying to hide her blush.

“JUST WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THAT?” And who gave you the right to enjoy what he did?

“Well,” He started, having the decency to sound embarrassed. “You did tell me to ‘Prove it’?”

His eyes narrowed.

“Wait. Are you blush-” She didn't let him complete his sentence. She pulled him closer and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“THERE! NOW WE'RE EVEN!”

Both of them blushed so red, you could basically call them tomatoes.

“We...still have to do our project.” She said, her voice tiny.

“Oh. ThE pRojeCt. YeS.” He responded, his voice changing tones every letter. He coughed. “Let's get back to that.”

She nodded, unconsciously noticing that he was relatively small in height.

She hid a grin. Maybe him proving her wrong did have perks other than making her melt into a puddle.

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brucewaynehastoomanykids · 4 years

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Request from user @ravenfan1242 "Can you write a DamiRae where they grew out of the TT and went seperate ways for whatever reason. Before they had seperated they were in love with each other but his their feelings. Some years later after losing touch they see each other again and it's awkward but it's also a fire of pent up feelings that are still there."

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Growing up is probably one of the hardest things for people to do. Especially when it comes time to let go of the people from that past. The same people you had numerous adventures with, and even grown go call family. Leaving the Titans wasn't as easy as I probably made it seem to be, but how could I have said 'no' to father when he told me I was growing too old to be considered a teen titan. He was right, but it didn't make it any easier.

Imagine my surprise when I had gotten an invitation from Koriand'r to join her and the rest of the ex-titans for a reunion. Which is what lead me to be here in front of the what now seems abandoned Titans Tower. Memories came flooding back to me as soon as I laid my eyes on it, I couldn't help but stare.

"It's odd, isn't it?" Said voice behind me asked. "This is the place we first met. And now here we are, years later."

I knew that voice thought it had been so long it almost seemed like a stranger.

"Hello, Raven." I smiled, turning to face her.

Her appearance hadn't changed a bit. Dark blue heels, and a leather jacket to match, a plain black dress that touched her thighs, and the same necklace she wore the time we were forced to 'mandatory fun.' The only thing that really changed about her is her hair. It no longer touched her shoulders as it had once before, instead, it was cut into a pixie. A sloppy pixie, though. It seemed like she tried to cut it herself. But, it somehow fit her.

Everything fit her, really. She looked very attractive, even if she did mean to be. Someone with her beauty, she most definitely has a boyfriend now. Somehow the thought of that stings... perhaps I'm not quite as over this past crush as I had once thought.

Raven caught up to me as we began walking to the tower together.

"I'm surprised you came," she said, "these sort of things have never really been your thing in the past."

"The ones in the past were never as meaningful as this one," I replied, keeping my eyes on the tower as we stepped inside, "if anything, Raven, I'm surprised to see you here. I had heard you've been on the hunt to find your mother for the past few years."

"Yes," she started sadly, looking towards the ground, "but with no real luck. I know she's alive, I do... but every trail I followed hasn't gotten me anywhere..." her voice perked up again, "so, I figured I needed some sort of relaxation in my life. After all, 'when the world comes crashing down, who's ready to party'?"

I only let out a small huff in response. This was something Raven and I often argued about. I keep hoping one day she comes to accept that Arella is just simply not alive anymore. I can't say I don't understand the pain she was feeling, however. For a while, after my own mother's death, I had tried to make some excuses for why she could still be alive. Of course, she isn't, and I knew that, but it never stopped me. It took me years to fully accept her death, but it seems it's taking Raven longer.

We walked inside the tower to a large cast of lights and people. It was the cleanest I had seen the inside of the tower since I first joined, more likely Koriand'r's doing, and a display of different foods and beverages of everyone's liking on a large table. From the outside of the tower, no one would ever guess such a display be on the inside. Though, maybe that was the intention.

I make my way to the sofa as I watch Raven chat with Koriand'r, Logan, and Reyes. It was... nice to see her smile at them so genuinely. Though part of me knew it was forced, I can live with the hope it's not. Perhaps it was time I helped Raven with her mother, even if I don't fully believe she's alive.

I walked over to Raven again and asked her to come with me so we could talk in private. She gave me a questionable look but agreed. I grabbed her hand and lead her to the back of the room where barely anyone was at.

"I want to help you in the search for your mother." I told her plainly.

Her eyes went from shocked to what seemed to be slight anger in seconds. "Why? You were never there to help me before? In fact, I vaguely recall you saying it was a 'fools mission' not that long before you left us."

I sighed. "Raven you and I both know I had to leave, I was almost eighteen an--"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Her voice grew sad. "I understand why you had to leave, Damian... what I don't understand is why you never contacted us again. You never visited, you didn't call, or text, hell you didn't even write a letter. Nothing. You just... left. And that wasn't fair, you know? We missed you, though you may not believe that... I missed you."

Ouch. There goes another ping to the heart. But she was right, it wasn't fair. Especially since I didn't really have a reason to do so besides the fact that half the time I was too busy to do anything but work with father. Doesn't mean I shouldn't have called in my free time.

She sighed. "You know what? Forget it. This obviously was a bad idea to come..."

She was about to leave before I grabbed her wrist.

"Wait, please," I begged, "you can hate me all you want later but... can I at least buy you a coffee, or maybe a cup of tea tomorrow? For old times sake?" God, I sounded pathetic.

She raised an eyebrow before nodding slightly. "Sure, if you really want to make up for what you did. 1 sound good?"

"Works for me." I smiled in relief as she walked away without another word.

I've been waiting for her for about an hour now. I'm starting to think she stood me up. Not that I would really be mad about it, it would certainly be good karma. Though that doesn't stop me from questioning whether I should leave or not.

"You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" Raven said, coming up from behind and taking her seat across from me. "Sorry I'm late, I had some errands to run that I completely forgot about. I would have texted you but I don't think I have your number anymore."

"I see." Was all I said.

The waitress came to take our orders. I ordered a simple coffee while Raven ordered hot cocoa.

"Really? Hot chocolate? If my memory serves me, I thought you usually got tea and a small salad here?" I raised a brow.

She giggled. "Hey, chocolate comes from cocoa which is a tree. A tree is a plant. Therefore, chocolate is a salad, and considering I'm getting it in liquid form, it also takes place for the tea."

I rolled my eyes. "Your sarcasm is still intact I see..."

"It's very rare for a personality to change in just a mere four years, Wayne." She smiled slyly.

"Four years is still a long time." I told her matter-of-factly.

"Perhaps... but only if you count the days."

Silence loomed for a while. Our drinks had been delivered, and we drank peacefully. From an outside perspective, one could think we're strangers who just say at the same table. That was until Raven broke the silence.

"So, what exactly did you want to meet?"

I let out a deep sigh and straightened my posture to show that I was serious. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior these past few years. I should have kept in contact when I had the chance to. But, if it matters, you were always on my mind."

She sighed, setting down her cup. "Well, one, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have made you feel guilty, I know how busy Bruce tends to keep you and I should have realized that sooner... and, two, really? You thought about me? I'm... surprised, honestly."

"Why wouldn't I? You were the first person who has ever understood me, and you saved me from growing to be the spoiled brat I used to be in my youth. Not to mention how dark my world was before you have me a new perspective. You made me this way. The person I am today is all thanks to you."

She didn't respond, though her face lit up slightly. She began to run her finger around her now empty mug and was deep in thought. Perhaps to find the right words to say. But her words never came. Instead, a notification on her phone that seemed to startle her.

I chuckled at her jump. "Boyfriend?"

She gave me a look of slight shock before replying. "No, no just a weather notification. I'm actually single, technically. However," she smiled a bit as her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink, her voice lowered, "I do like someone. I have for a long time. And... it's funny. Because for a long time I had thought it was over him."

I raised a brow. "Wait, who?"

"Well, it's you, actually." She replied nervously.

Something inside me swelled. "Well... I might have had feelings for you as well. I think I have for a while."

"Yeah right." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious! I was just a coward to admit them. I remember even once practicing to do so in the mirror but never could do it in real life." I laughed at the memory.

"Now I know you're lying," She playfully jabbed at my shoulder, "come on, Damian! I look like I shouldn't even be standing next to you! You grew to be so... well, handsome. And honestly, I'm a mess. I have been for a while. I don't deserve your affection or--"

I grabbed at her hands and held them lightly. "I've loved you, despite your flaws. I had thought after some time, those feelings would have passed, but it's obvious it will never happen. So, if you want to, um..." I began to grow a bit nervous, "if you want to try something... I promise I'm not gonna leave you. You're never going to search for the answers you need, and suffer for the pain you feel by yourself again, I promise."

She smiled slightly, pulling her hands away from mine. "Damian, that's sweet, but what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm just simply not like everybody else. Between dealing with my father, and longing for my mother, I'm not as put together as I sometimes seem to be. You deserve someone better."

"There isn't anyone better for me than you, Raven... I smiled, "And speaking of your mother, my offer still stands. I still want to help you... and to love you. If you wish me to."

Raven looked down. "It feels like everyone has forgotten my mother even existed. Everyone except me. I've been looking for her all alone for so long..." her eyes lit up as she looked into mine, "but if I'm honest, I'm sick of being alone all the time. Both in my search... and my life. So... yes, Damian. I want you to be with me... and to help me... but, you know that by being with me, you're risking everything, right? I'm not exactly the safest person to be around these days."

I smiled. "It's a risk I'm willing to take... just staying by your side is enough."

She returned my smile as we paid for our drinks and exited the café hand-in-hand. This was definitely the start spectacular. For both of us.

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