A Bird and a Beast

A myriad of posts revolving around the ever intriguing relationship of Beast Boy and Raven. [Banner by olifuxart]

[abirdandabeast]

Fantasy AU? where raven is the princess of Azarath

1.Princess raven is oblivious to BB’s feelings and love in general

2.A little girl makes raven wear a flower crown and to BB she looks adorable as hell

3. The titans find out that raven is the princess of Azarath(normal AU)

I do love me a good fantasy AU 👀 These all seem very fun omg

[abirdandabeast]

@fireangel2021 Ahdhdjd

Unfortunately I can’t really say, lol. Currently I’m drowning in at least three wips for a different fandom as it is— BNHA has kind of swept my focus 😅 (Ironically I actually am in the middle of a fantasy AU for that fandom lmfao) But who knows! Right now, though, the answer is probably not.

[abirdandabeast]

Fantasy AU? where raven is the princess of Azarath

1.Princess raven is oblivious to BB’s feelings and love in general

2.A little girl makes raven wear a flower crown and to BB she looks adorable as hell

3. The titans find out that raven is the princess of Azarath(normal AU)

I do love me a good fantasy AU 👀 These all seem very fun omg

[abirdandabeast]

Fanfic Recommendations!

I updated my fic recommendation page with some stories I’m currently following. They’ll probably end up on my favorites list when they’re done, so check it out!

Also, if there’s a fanfic you love that isn’t on my favorites page, send it to me! I’m always looking for more good fiction. ;) 

[earlastre]

i hope it isn’t too forward of me to promote my own fic? ;w;

it’s WIP, currently at 8 chapters and 51.5k words

very long slow-burn, set in canon universe, post-season 5!

VIOLET TIDE

Summary: Green held to amethyst a moment longer as he felt himself smile back, and the world became quiet again. He wasn’t sure whether he should reach out and try to hug her… Anything to make her realise what this meant to him. To his surprise, it was her hand that lifted first. - A long overdue story that follows a changeling, a mystic, and the flame that their friendship has kindled throughout the years.

[abirdandabeast]

What happened to all your crazy bbrae fanfics you wrote like 3 ish years ago? I think it was titled the beast within but I don’t remember lol

If you’re asking where to find them, all my Teen Titans fics should still be up on FFN, as I have not deleted anything off of there. But, if you’re asking whether or not I’m planning on continuing them, well. I don’t have an answer, I’m afraid 😅

I haven’t had much creative drive for this fandom in quite some time...these days I’m writing mostly for bnha— all that stuff is one my AO3 which is vixensheart, if you’re curious. I am still attached to the plots of my fics for TT, so perhaps one day I’ll come back to them.

[abirdandabeast]

Soft Days

I wrote a short ‘lil thing cuz it’s Ava’s birthday and she deserves all the soft things so. HAVE A SOFT THING FOR YOUR BDAY  @fireflyxrebel​ <3333

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Days like these are the best. 

Slow days, when nothing’s expected of them. No alerts, no calls, no patrols. Just the quiet of the tower, and the warmth of each other’s company. Gar hums, content, as nimble fingers scratch at his scalp and run through his hair. It feels nice, and his eyes droop. 

There’s a rustle, somewhere above him, and Gar blinks and peers upwards. Raven’s lips are pursed, and she’s attempting to turn her book’s page with only one hand. His gaze trails from her long eyelashes, to the curve of her cheeks, to the plump of her lips. Gar hums again, warmth curling in his chest. He shifts closer, burrowing his face into her abdomen and curling an arm around her middle. Raven’s hand stills, and he can feel the chuckle rumble through her. “Cozy?” she asks, her voice soft. 

Gar squeezes her tighter. “Mmhmm.” 

Raven snickers and scratches at his scalp once more. “You’re such a cat,” she mutters, affection warm in her voice. Gar just smiles. 

“Yeah, but you love me,” he says, his voice muffled against the soft cotton of her t-shirt. He can hear her snort, but her ministrations never stop. 

“Lucky you.” 

The soft words have Gar’s heart swelling inside his chest. He grins, warmth flooding through his veins. Yeah, he is pretty damn lucky. Gar peeks a glance at Raven, who’s smiling as she reads her book, one hand still playing in his hair. 

Days like this are the best; quiet days, full of love. 

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END

[loubuggins]

$5 for 500

I’ve never opened writing commissions before, but I really need to raise some extra money to get some nice Christmas presents for my family. I don’t have a job this year, so saving for Christmas has been harder than expected. So for $5.00 US I will write you at least 500 words (a Drabble).

What I can write:

- Any ship or brotp I know. Ex. BBRae, Rayllum, Allurance, RobStar, Kataang, etc. (If you’re not sure if I know your fandom, feel free to ask)

- Domestic Bliss, Fluff, Angst, Whomp, Minor NSFW, Romance, AUs, most tropes

What I can NOT write:

- Notps or Fandoms I don’t know (feel free to ask if you are unsure)

- Action Scenes, Heavy NSFW

- Overly complicated requests

- OCs (I am willing to write my own OCs or OCs for my mutuals)

I have the right to refuse any request for any reason. However, I’m pretty flexible, so please don’t be afraid to ask. PM me here or on Discord with commission requests. If you cannot commission me, please support me by reblogging and spreading the word!

Payment is through PayPal. You pay after I write your Drabble. Each Drabble will get 1 chance at revision. Once you approve and pay for your Drabble, I will post it to my blog. You can be given credit or stay anonymous. You may also post the Drabble anywhere you’d like, just please credit me for writing it.

I appreciate any and all support! Thank you all! ❤️

[fireflyxrebel-writes]

BBRae Whumptober 2019 Masterlist

I only got through the first fifteen prompts this year, I know, but I tried my best! Anyways, here’s a list with links for your reading convenience!

Follow at FF.net OR at AO3. Thanks for the continued support!

Day 1: Shaky Hands tw: abuse

Day 2: Explosion

Day 3: Delirium

Day 4: Human Shield

Day 5: Gunpoint

Day 6: Dragged Away

Day 7: Isolation nsfw

Day 8: Stab Wound nsfw

Day 9: Shackled tw: abuse

Day 10: Unconscious

Day 11: Stitches

Day 12: “Don’t Move.”

Day 13: Adrenaline

Day 14: Tear-Stained

Day 15: Pinned Down

[soups-art]

yes,,, helloo,, this is bbrae,, yes

[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 11: Stitches

It was a lie to say that she would have been fine if he hadn’t shown up. But that only angered her even more. Not that Raven had the luxury of being upset in the moment. There were more pressing matters to attend to.

For starters, why was Gar Logan, resident rich boy of Jump City High, so invested in her? No one really showed any interest in Raven, and she quite liked it that way. Slipping the radar meant safe, and she’d rather that than be at the mercy of other students’ ire.

Which, ironically, was where she’d found herself today, and Gar was the only thing standing between her and what was undoubtedly a shake down.

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[abirdandabeast]

Oh my god, this is amazing. I felt so many things but it ended so sweetly and ahdhsjskskks AVA I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH

[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumtpober Day 10: Unconscious

Raven was never good at saying good-byes.

Closure wasn’t a concept she’d learned as a child, things merely happened and that was the end of it. Arella had been distant as a mother, and Azar had been far too detached from human compassion to pass on such knowledge.

So, Raven was shunted, all her life. How did she say good-bye to her own mother? To Azarath when it was destroyed? To Azar, when she died and then, later, when her tomb was desecrated?

How did she say good-bye, and more importantly, how could she teach her own daughter something equally unfamiliar to her?

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[abirdandabeast]

OH FUCK ME, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF AGDHSJAJKSK

[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 9: Shackled

They found him broken. Nightwing’s instructions to Raven were exact and to the point, knowing that time was not on their side. But their fearsome leader didn’t yet realize that the damage wasn’t only physical. The stuff on the outside, she could mend. Easy enough.

Bruises where the shackles had rested against his skin. Practically purple and red, some even becoming open weeping sores, especially along his ankles where his flesh was thin and bare. But Raven found them on his neck, too, from the collar. Aside from that, the occasional burn marks, a brand of sorts, and other superficial wounds.

Kory had gasped audibly when they’d opened the cell doors and found him naked on the floor, shackled to the wall with heavy iron chains, kept in his own filth, like some sort of animal.

The Gordanians had been as unkind to Beast Boy as they had been to Kory during her years of captivity, of that there was little doubt. Anger, ruthless and calculating, could be seen in the tenseness of Nightwing’s jaw as he’d commanded his team, with extra care given to Starfire, who was likely reliving her worst nightmares through Garfield.

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[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 8: Stab Wound

They’d kissed before. Once, twice. It was a gradual process, a learning curve for the empath as she slowly grew accustomed to her own emotions. Gar never pressed, he always let her lead. If all she wanted to do was spend time with him, then that was all they did. Watching TV, or reading, or Gar playing games while she watched or read on his bed. It didn’t matter so long as she was in his presence. So long as they were alone together. But sometimes…sometimes she ached to touch him.

[NSFW 18+ BELOW]

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[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 7: Isolation

She is warm, she is light. Everything candy sweet, just under his tongue. He loves the taste of her, can’t decide if he prefers her heady aroma or butterscotch flavor. She’s a drug, intoxicating, addicting, and the more he uses the more he wants. It’s never enough.

[NSFW 18+ below]

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[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 5: Gunpoint

Sometimes, Gar wished he had the ability of super speed. He envied the Flashes for it, but not for the reasons one might think. Less for heroic purposes and more for when he’d want to go get a pizza from the gourmet place halfway across the city, or maybe pasta from Italy, and still make it back home in time to catch the latest episode of his favourite sci-fi TV show.

Of course, being a superhero and having super speed also came in handy, but Gar figured that, for the majority of his life, he pretty much had the hero thing on lockdown as it was. Not everyone could be as blessed as Superman in this industry. Or as rich and smart as Bruce Wayne.

Sometimes, heroes had to settle, and work with what they did have. And most of the time, that would be all that mattered.

But unfortunately, there would always come a day where even that wouldn’t be enough, and a hero had to question their own resolve…

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[abirdandabeast]

AVA HOW DARE YOU WTF 😭😭😭😭

[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 4: Human Shield

He’d die for you, if you asked him to, you know. Put his life on a silver platter if he had to.

  It wouldn’t ever come to that. But Gar really wouldn’t hesitate, putting himself on the line. “One of these days, it’s going to backfire and I’m never going to forgive you.”

She was furious with him, knowing he’d nose-dived directly into danger to protect her, with no regard for consequence. “I don’t need you playing knight in shining armor for me, Beast Boy.”

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[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 3: Delirium

The injury — like all minor injuries — had started off harmless.

Enough so that Raven, the resident healer, probably didn’t have to worry about it. Gar didn’t even seem too bothered by the small, red nick in his skin himself, smiling and shrugging off her feeble concern with a wave of his hand.

“It’s fine, Rae,” he reassured her. “I’m positive it’ll just heal on its own.”

And it should have, realistically speaking. Gar healed quicker than any regular human, given his unstable genetics, and the wound was small comparatively. Barely more than a graze along his ribs, already scabbing over. Like a long, clean paper cut.

Raven ought to have known better. They all should have. Slade was not the type of man to hold back in a fight, and it had been careless of them to have underestimated the assassin. They would come to regret it a few nights later, when the empath grew warily apprehensive in regards to Gar’s sudden and unusual absence.

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[fireflyxrebel-writes]

Whumptober Day 2: Explosion

“You can see him now, if you want.” Cyborg wouldn’t look her in the eyes, and she’d never heard him speak so meekly.

Exhaustion plagued the cybernetic man, and not only the physical kind. There were bags under his human eye, and lines and creases on his face that hadn’t been there before. Even the comforting blue light of his operating systems seemed to be pulsing more faintly now. Raven tried not to stare too long. She didn’t want to catch the small specks of smattered, bright crimson on a background of steel that he might have missed wiping down his body, the colours so stark in contrast and impossible to hide. Raven also didn’t want him to catch her looking so weak and frail in the moment, not after years of maintaining her steady aloofness among her teammates. It would only serve to contribute to Cyborg’s list of worries, and he already had enough of those to last a lifetime.

Victor was about to leave and close the door behind him with a heavy sigh before the untouched platter of food — now gone stale and flavorless — sitting on her desk caught his eye.

Nightwing never forced the meal on her, nor did he ever ask her why she refused to eat. They all knew why, and there truly wasn’t a point. Nonetheless, the food came fresh and hot every day, and every day, Richard would silently hope that she’d eat something, disappointment slumping his broad shoulders whenever he’d come by to clear the full plate.

“He’d want you to eat, Rae.” Victor’s voice was heavy, distant. His heart wasn’t in it, but he still carried the burden of worrying for his teammates. “You know he would.”

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