An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Garfield Logan/Raven, Dick Grayson & Koriand'r & Garfield Logan & Raven & Victor Stone | Cyborg
Characters: Garfield Logan, Raven (Teen Titans), Raven’s Emoticlones (Teen Titans), Koriand'r (DCU), Dick Grayson, Victor Stone | Cyborg
Additional Tags: Sickfic, BBRae Week 2024, Hurt/Comfort, Teen Titans as Family, Established Relationship, Minor Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Past Garfield Logan/Tara Markov, Medical Conditions, Post Episode: s02e12 Aftershock Part 1, Future Fic, Aged-Up Character(s), mom friend starfire | koriand'r, dad friend dick grayson, Victor Stone | Cyborg is a Good Friend, Protective Koriand'r (DCU), beast!garfield logan, Demon Raven (Teen Titans), Mating Bond, Animal Instincts, Vomiting, emetophobia warning, Song: Head Above Water (Avril Lavigne), Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Series: Part 4 of BBRae Week 2024
Summary:
Sometimes the past comes back to haunt us all at once, and sometimes it never really left. But what about the times when the past lingers in the periphery, creeping up slowly, insidiously, until we have no choice but to confront it? How long can we hide the things that poison us to protect the ones we love?
As it turns out, Raven might just be willing to drink that poison until it kills her. Luckily, her team isn’t about to let that happen. Especially not Gar, the very person she was trying to protect in the first place.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Animated Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Garfield Logan/Raven
Characters: Garfield Logan, Raven (Teen Titans), Adonis (DCU)
Additional Tags: Episode: s02e01 How Long is Forever?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Dark, BBRae Week 2024, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, they’re really going through it guys, Raven Needs a Hug (Teen Titans), Hurt Raven (Teen Titans), protective garfield logan, beast!garfield logan, Idiots in Love, Like, Your Honor They’re So Fucking Stupid, Denial of Feelings, Unresolved Sexual Tension, BAMF Garfield Logan, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Violence, There Was Only One Bed, Grief/Mourning, Regret, Friendship/Love, Second Chances
Series: Part 4 of BBRae Week 2024, Part 2 of forever is the sweetest con
Summary:
When being hunted by a former foe, Raven has no choice but to seek the help of a former friend. With how much things have changed, she doesn’t quite know what to expect when she shows up at his door, especially with all the mistakes she’s yet to apologize for. Still, she just needs an hour or so, and she’ll be on her way. That should be easy enough, right?
Unfortunately, she’s forgotten the cardinal rule of interacting with Beast Boy: when it comes to the two of them, nothing is ever easy. As it turns out, he’s got regrets of his own, and he’s determined not to let her slip away a second time. Written for BBRae Week - ‘I didn’t know where else to go’
Was tagged by the lovely @kirythestitchwitch and @stars-and-darkness recently but I didn't feel like I could do it without giving away my klarowinter exchange. Buttt now I'm working on a couple different Teen Titans fics for my belated @bbraeweek24 prompts so, yay?
Rules: You are given a word, and you post a paragraph/snippet from your WIP(s) starting with each letter of the word.
My word was: 🐺 HOWLS 🐺
H: Her breathing is a death rattle. She’s shaking like a jackhammer, despite the sweat blooming on her forehead. She barely has the energy to blink, let alone speak.
And yet, she speaks.
“Go. To. Hell.” She mumbles, lips barely moving.
“Raven.”
“No,” she wheezes, demonic energy crackling dangerously throughout the med bay. “End of discussion.”
He fixes her with his nastiest glare, but the effect is lost when she doesn’t open her eyes.
Sighing, he runs a metallic hand over the human half of his face, relishing in its coolness. “He’ll never forgive you. Forgive any of us. You know that, right?”
She doesn’t answer.
(don't let me drown//it gets harder)
O: Oh shit. Raven avoided his eyes as she answered, “He ambushed me at my house three days ago. I managed to get away, but no matter where I hide he always finds me after an hour or two. I’ve had to get pretty creative to keep him off my trail for even that long.”
(Just hold me, I'm lonely)
W: With any luck, it’ll take his best friend three more babysitting trips before he finally snaps and confesses – he’s got a good amount of money riding on it, and he’d very much like to swindle the other male Titans out of their hard-earned cash so he can buy Rae one of those crazy expensive jewelry sets that she always insists she doesn’t care about.
(don't let me drown//it gets harder)
L: “Look, you should have called me sooner, is all I’m saying. You don’t have to handle everything alone.”
(Just hold me, I'm lonely)
S: She’d traded her midnight blue cloak for a hoodie and jeans, but she still wore the signature boots. Her eyes were still flanked by the shadows she’d tried so hard to cover up back in the day, though she seemed to be done pretending they weren’t. Her lips were pulled in their same subtle frown, her brow furrowed with that same determination, and her hand still seemed daintier than he’d expect from a terrifying half-demon where it was poised to knock on his door.
(Just hold me, I'm lonely)
@supremeuppityone @katscythe @iturnlemonadeintolemons no pressure tags, your word is 🐺 BITE 🐺
BBRae Week Day 3: "Please don't ever do that again"
Length: 2,114 words
Rating: T
Excerpt: In an instant the goofiness gave way to suaveness. "Again? You wanna see me again, miss Raven?"
@bbraeweek24 🥰
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“Okay,” the guy started as he sat down, “when I was seven years old, my parents took me to a zoo for the first time. I started crying and they were like, what’s wrong? I said it was about the cages, and they thought I meant, I was sad about the animals being kept in—but really, I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t allowed inside the cages with them. Anyway, they never took me again. But I still consider it the day I found my calling—I still ended up in a sanctuary.” He reached for his newly-refilled glass of water and then stopped, reconsidering. “Working there. I mean, I became a wildlife caretaker.”
“Thanks for clearing that up,” the girl said as he drank. “Wait, that’s what you open with? That’s how you choose to introduce yourself?”
“Yeah, I thought it was solid. Gives you an idea of who I am.”
That it does, thought the girl.
“Hit me with yours,” the guy requested.
She shrugged. “I’ve been letting people open and seeing them squirm.”
She did have squirm-worthy eyes. They were dark blue and stared on unapologetically. She also spoke with a detached tone, and she hadn’t smiled when he’d sad down—all things that would put most men on edge, but he liked to think he was charismatic enough to make up the difference. She was striking, but he didn’t remember her from the introductory mingling. That’s what was good about these events, he thought, you got to focus on people you wouldn’t normally go for.
Her name-tag read ‘Raven’. Like many women here she’d chosen not to add her last name. He himself felt he’d had no choice but to write ‘Gar Logan’, otherwise his tag was three whole letters, which felt suspiciously too casual. At that point it was like, what’s that guy hiding?
“What’s next? What do you do with uncomfortable silence?”
“Oh, you know, there’s all the clichés,” Raven said. “You covered ‘what do you do?’ Then there’s the where’re you from, and the what’d you do for fun?”
“Well, I’m from all over. I mean really I was born in Africa.”
“Africa? What country?”
“Middle of nowhere village in Upper Lamumba. Best childhood you can imagine.”
“Wow,” she allowed. That was a cool origin. If he was lying, so help her…
“But I can’t really say I’m from here, I was six when I left.”
“I like how you say that as if you, as six-year-old, made the decision to pack up and leave.”
“Mmh, the exact circumstances will be a story for another day.”
“Another day? You’re assuming we’re both swiping left?”
“I like to assume the best.”
He offered a smile. He’d been smiling too much since he’d sat down, thought Raven. He’d also gone straight for the little bowl of cashew nuts, and was popping one into his mouth every other sentence. He was an odd mix of performative and carefree, but he still seemed like he knew exactly how charming he was. In short, less than a minute into this speed-date, he was exactly the kind of guy she never went for. It made Raven relax, having discounted him in her head.
But she dutifully said, “I’m a teacher. Community college. I teach literature, and I’m also the unofficial therapist on campus. I’m from here, New York. And for fun, I read.”
“Not write?”
“Not every literature teacher wants to be a writer.”
“Fair enough. I write song lyrics, not that I want to be a singer. That’s for your third question. I also play the guitar. I like concerts, I like hiking, I like camping… the outdoors in general.”
Raven almost chuckled at how effectively he was ticking off all her ‘incompatible’ boxes. She couldn’t keep a smile back, and he noticed. “What?”
She shook her head. “I was just thinking how I hate camping more than anything.”
“Noted. You never answered where you’re from?”
“I didn’t? I’m from here, New York.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone here who’s actually from New York.”
“Would never live anywhere else.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Really? I wanna travel as much as I can. Like, I never want to spend more than a couple of years in the same place. It’s a tough dream, I know,” he added, because apparently he’d taken her bewildered expression for simple surprise. “So, you’re satisfied with your questions? You don’t feel they’re a little shallow?”
“I’m not the one who opened with a monologue.”
“Well, that was just the ice breaker. Now we have the chance to get deeper.”
“Is there a chance to get any degree of deep in an eight-minute conversation?” she questioned.
He thought about that. “I mean, just deep enough to know whether you wanna see someone again. That’s what speed dating is about, right?”
“I don't know. Everyone’s trying so hard to make a good first impression, you can’t really get a genuine assessment of people.”
He cocked his head at her; it made his wispy blond hair move with him. (He had too much hair, she thought. And she was decently sure he was younger than her.) “Sounds like you don’t believe much in speed dating at all.”
“Oh, jury’s still out on whether tonight was a complete mistake.”
He pointed at her and went, “Okay, core values. Go.”
“Seriously? That doesn’t work.”
He gaped. “How… that’s very important. What could you possibly have against that?”
She almost smiled at his indignity. “People telling you their core values is useless. The shallowest people can tell you they value genuineness. The drama seekers will tell you they crave peace and harmony. You don’t really know what people's values are until it’s actionable.”
“Yeah, I think I heard that. Don’t marry a person until you’ve seen them stressed, uh…”
“Gone on a trip with them,” she supplied.
“Yeah.”
“And when they’re sick?”
“I think struggling financially was one of them.”
“There’s probably different versions,” she allowed.
“Well, you give me questions, then.”
“Okay. Pet peeves.”
He gave that a moment's thought. He’d picked up some nuts and now let them drop back into the bowl. “Littering. Food waste. People who won’t try new stuff just once, like new food. Like vegan food.”
“You’re vegan. That’s a strike.”
“It usually is,” he laughed. “But, I’ve never forced anyone to try it.” He waited for a sign of acquiescence that never came. “Isn’t that a point in my favor?”
“Could be.”
“But…?”
She hesitated. “But nothing says you actually practice it. You could tell me anything. Anyone could say anything.”
“So could you.”
“Yeah, but…” He saw her hesitate for the first time in this date. “You seem like the kind of person who tries to make everyone like them.”
Raven had just been trying to push the conversation away from pet peeves without having to answer herself; she’d proposed the topic without thinking and regretted it instantly, because he was doing some of her pet peeves right in front of her. She would’ve had to tell him some of them included people eating absent-mindedly, people reaching for food they weren’t going to eat, people looking at you while they chewed… But now he was blinking at her, and she feared she’d gone too far.
“…Doesn’t everyone?” he posed.
“No.”
“So you don’t care if people like you?”
“…I care, I just won’t change in order to make it happen.”
“Well, I wouldn’t either. But you don’t trust me, so.” He finished that statement with a smile. (She was hit with the idea that she had really offended him, and he was using a smile to put distance between them. But she didn’t care what he thought of her, right?)
“Is it a bit? When you opened saying, I’m at a sanctuary, but I’m working there, I’m not there as an inmate? Do you do that every time?”
He laughed then, and she thought it sounded genuine. “No, the way I tell it deteriorates as the night goes on. I couldn’t act that well. But I get what you were saying.” Now he spoke carefully. “You’re… intimidating. Which is not a bad thing,” he rushed to add. “But, I guess, you’re used to people having a problem with that. So you don’t try to make them like you. Right?”
Now he was sheepish. Maybe he’d wanted to throw it back at her, maybe he’d just wanted to get deeper. Either way, she was satisfied she could consider them even. “You know what?”
“What?” he asked in a small voice.
“A girl behind you just got up from her table and is doing the splits, and I can’t focus on anything you’re saying.”
So he turned around. Sure enough, across the room a girl was straining her dress with a side slit as she lowered into a split under the eyes of her bewildered date.
“That’s a lot of trust she’s putting on that dress,” Raven commented, and took the space of time he was turned around to make use of her own complementary glass of water.
“Ooh, that’s what she was getting at,” said Gar when he turned back to her, “That girl asked me if I had any secret talents. When I told her what mine was she just… stopped talking. Completely. Until the eight minutes were out. I guess my talent was supposed to be sexy.”
She observed him, trying to take a guess. “I’m almost scared to ask…”
He didn’t let her ask. “I can move both my ears individually.” He used both hands to push his hair painfully back from his ears, and kept eye contact with her as he twitched one ear, then the other, then again.
The actual tip of his ears twitched down when he did it. For some reason it freaked her out. “Please don’t ever do that again.”
He let go of his hair, and in an instant the goofiness gave way to suaveness. “Again? So you do wanna see me again, miss Raven?”
She scoffed. But he seemed to be really waiting for an answer, so she said, “Realistically I won’t, no one here will. You’ve got one foot out of the city and you wanna relocate every couple of years.”
“That’s a deal breaker?”
“It would be for most people,” she defended. “Most people stay put in one place.”
“You know phones exist, right? The Internet?” He couldn’t seem to stop teasing her. He’d just realize she was blushing from when he’d put her in the spot just now, and it made a thrill go through him.
“You were hoping to meet someone who’d commit to waiting for you after talking for a few minutes?”
“Or maybe the right girl will come along with me. Maybe you’re underestimating the number of girls who are willing to be swept away to a completely new life. And didn’t you say people need to go on a trip together before they get married?”
“Is that what you’re after tonight? Marriage?”
“Would that be so surprising?”
The ring that signaled the end of the date came like a shot. Both looked at each other in surprise, recognizing it was the first time in the whole night they’d wished the eight minutes hadn’t ended. Both wondered if it was the same for the other.
Gar still got up, slowly.
“Did we finish a single line of conversation?” Raven asked.
“There’s a way to fix that,” he said, leaning on the table more than he needed to, she thought, in order to pick up his glass.
After the night was over, after she’d gone home and showered, and taken some time to soothe the nerves of her battered introverted nature, Raven pulled up the app for the speed dating event. A gallery of men’s pictures stared back at her, and she quickly located the one that read Gar Logan.
It would be borderline leading him on. They were completely incompatible, from their personalities, to their tastes, to their plans in life. It probably wouldn’t work out.
But somehow, they had never stopped talking the whole date. And all she wanted to do right now was find him and talk shit about the guy who came after him, who was actually here to recruit girls to join him and his girlfriend as their third.
She only had the name he’d given out—a security measure that had led her to choose this app. And she knew he wouldn’t stay long in New York. If she didn’t match him, she simply might never see him again. She’d lose him in the wide scope of the world.
Throwing caution out the window, she swiped left. Immediately she got the access to the profile screen that let her know he’d matched her too.
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Notes:
I’m either writing 3 entries for this Week of literally just this one. T_T Whatever I end up doing will be up on AO3 eventually!
The ‘Camping’ comment is a subtle reference to the fact that I couldn’t think of anything for the prompt for Day 1.❤️
I pulled the workings of the speed dating app, and speed dating itself, right out of my ass. Don’t take my word for anything. I did ZERO research for this.
But she was left wondering what if she’d hurried. Taken him up on that date, been a little warmer, trusted a little faster. If she’d made herself important to him a little quicker, maybe he wouldn’t have cared when his ex came calling again.
She’d just thought she had a little more time.
@bbraeweek24 📣
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Raven’s hands laid idly over the keyboard. In front of her was the catalogue of new arrivals, but her eyes were on Garfield past her monitor. He looked at her stricken, like he hadn’t been the one to say the words.
The, “I’m probably moving away… at the end of the month, or something.”
It was nine twenty in a fucking Tuesday. Raven had been eying the growing pile of books on the reshelving pile and giving herself strength to load them up and file them back in their places, and generally prepping herself to get through a particularly miserable day of work, when he’d come in.
And usually his presence was enough to turn her morning for the better, not that she was admitting that yet. So when he’d come in, it hadn’t immediately registered with her how serious he’d looked—she wasn’t in her best frame of mind herself. She’d been waiting for him to notice she was off and ask what’s wrong. It didn’t click that today was different until he started talking.
“I’m… my ex, actually, contacted me, and… she wants to make things work. And I want that too. So…”
His hands opened and closed as he strived to explain—that he was moving for her, that she had a place in Bloomington and she was getting him a job there. The movement made her think how she’d never held his hand. It would’ve been unprofessional here, in front of the patrons of the library, and they’d never gotten out to that date he kept floating. And now they never would.
She nudged her keyboard to be centered on her desk, pulled up a random tab on her computer, like she did when she really got to work in front of him on any normal day, while talked about anything across for her. Today his worried stare burned her like it never did when that was the case.
“The ex you mentioned,” she said, for something to say.
His eyes widened a little. “I mentioned her,” he remarked, almost a question.
“The one who left to travel the world?”
It was funny how a story he’d told her to explain why he’d moved here, and consequentially come into her life, now became the reason he was leaving it.
She had to suppress a shiver. A gust of wind filtered through the cracks in the window, the kind of change in the atmosphere she wouldn’t normally notice. She’d been about to get her jacket when he’d come in.
“Yes. Her,” he admitted. Clearly, thought Raven, she’d been in his mind more than even he realized.
And then a stretch of silence.
She could’ve gone, ‘Why are you telling me this?’ She could’ve forced him to say it. But she didn’t feel like drawing it out. In fact, she felt like letting him right off the hook. “So I guess you won’t be coming around anymore.”
His explaining hand dropped, with hopelessness, but also possibly with some relief, she thought. “I’m sorry.”
The simple confirmation brought on a fresh wave of nausea she thought she’d curbed this morning when she’d skipped breakfast in favor of plain tea. She took a deep breath before she started loading the books to reshelf onto the cart.
She told herself she was being ridiculous. You couldn’t get your heart broken from a guy you’d only known a few months. She bet if she did the math she’d find she had known him for less than that.
He’d come into the library by accident the first time. He’d been looking for some store that sold rare video games memorabilia, that Google Maps swore should be next door.
She couldn’t get him out of the library fast enough that first day. She’d fought him on the fact that there had never been such a store next door, and it was pure bravado on her part: the truth was Raven didn’t know the neighborhood, just this library. She got on a bus in the morning and rode fifteen minutes to this part of town she hadn’t bothered to get to know yet.
When it turned out the store had recently changed locations, and Gar found out about it, he’d come back to the library to tell her about it. Then he’d kept finding reasons to come in. He had never hid that he kept coming back to talk to her. He was new in town, he said, and he could use a friend. She had always wondered if he could somehow tell she had no friends here either.
And now it was back to the real world for her. Back to her thoughts being hers and hers alone. Back to closing up what he’d been prying open slowly over the course of weeks. Why had she got so used to having him here?
Just like all the others, the thought snuck into her brain before she could check it. It was weakness of character to think on those terms—like her life was organized by some dire prophecy that dictated she should always wind up alone again, but it really did seem that way. Nothing good seem to last.
“I couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t try to make it work,” Gar was saying now. “...I didn’t know how it would feel to see her again.” At that point she made an effort to tune him out.
Her heart thumped against her chest as she fixed the books neatly on the cart. It was hard to breathe, but then, it had been all morning. It didn’t have to be about him.
He was just a guy who’d made a friend at a town he’d lived in for a while, and she was just a lonely librarian who was being notified she’d no longer have that hyper blond distraction in her day to day.
But she was left wondering what if she’d hurried. Taken him up on that date, been a little warmer, trusted a little faster. If she’d made herself important to him a little quicker, maybe he wouldn’t have cared when his ex came calling again.
She’d just thought she had a little more time.
She shivered. This proved too much and he could finally see what was in front of him. Suddenly she was feeling his touch on her forehead: a warm hand connecting with her hot forehead, erupting into her cold morning. She slapped his hand away, but not before he’d felt it.
“You’re burning up.”
She was so, so angry—the feeling had taken over her before her mind parsed the reason why: it was the first time he touched her, and it was just as he was leaving her life.
“It’s just a cold,” she spat. And she faced him defiantly. She hoped her eyes said it: ‘Why would you care? It’s not your problem anymore.’
She was red in the face from wrath, but ironically it supported the fever he’d discovered: it was like he’d made her sprung into color with his touch, brought out all the symptoms she was struggling to keep at bay. It enraged her because it exposed her: no carefree guy on a random visit to the library reached out to feel the forehead of an uncared-for librarian. With a move he’d uncovered everything she’d tried to bury.
She looked away from his useless contrite expression, which she assumed he kept on her as long as he stood in front of her—all the way until a patron coming up behind him forced him to step aside.
The teenage girl smiled at the librarian, oblivious, as she returned two books and checked another one out.
Out of the corner of her eyes Raven saw Gar had stepped aside, and now made as if he was looking at the books on the front desk. She was annoyed—maybe if the girl had only come a moment later, he could’ve taken his leave. Now they had to wait out the whole transaction, and for what? He was leaving anyway.
Inside her was some vindication, and she dug to find out why; she guessed it was because she’d made him say his piece before he noticed she was sick. If he’d noticed before, he might not have said it. She didn’t know why that made her feel better, but she’d take it.
She would get over him and the cold together, she told herself: when in a few days her lungs were clear and she felt strong again, she wouldn’t remember how he made the world feel. She willed it to be true.
When the girl left, Garfield still stood by. Raven put her hands on the cart. She knew if she left now, he’d be there when she came back, and the thought made anger mount inside her again.
Why was he here, and why was she here? He was going back to his ex, and now she knew that. Why were they lingering?
Now, as she began to push the cart, she faced him at the last second and said, “Well…” a sign of finality, a final snapping of the feeble cord that united them.
And when she said it she found out why neither of them were making the cut.
His eyes met hers, and she felt like she’d brought forth a catastrophe. She wished she could take it back.
But he obeyed. He left the book he’d picked up and left, sparing her the humiliation of another ‘Sorry.’ She followed his steps out of the library, as it may well be the last time she saw him.
She couldn’t wait for him to leave and she never wanted him to finish crossing that door. But in the end he did.
When she went to refile the books, she decided not to pick up her jacket, so that she may pretend a little longer that the feeling she was left with was just cold.
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Notes:
NO idea if I I did what I envisioned in my mind with this one (probably not) but here it is! 😔 This one seems like a thing I would've left in my files for months and eventually rewritten completely but fuck it! Out it comes now!
I’m late but I have an excuse! A thunderstorm forced me to flee my computer after work yesterday and I didn't want to post without a last read-over!😁
An EXCERPT from The *New* Teen Titans ~ Part 2 ~ The Judas Contract that can be read on its own, or as apart of the larger plot,
in which I fix the horrible, botched hug from 'Spellbound'
A.K.A. my contribution to @badbunny139's BBRae week 2024-- she worked so hard setting it all up and did such a great job and I wanted to join in the fun!
Featuring a slice of life scene in the Tower as the team sets up for a very special day
The unintended consequences of a party-gone-wrong
And a moment of connection between two of the biggest, most emotionally stunted idiots in the entire world.
Because of course Rae's birthday is Halloween.
And of course Gar has to throw her a surprise party.
Let us begin with how the polling is going to work this time.
To start, we already have enough prompts to create polls for each day of this years BBRae Week. We do not need suggestions this time around. That being said, it is a rather good list that we know you'll enjoy.
Next, polling will take place during the month of January and January only. This is in part because we want to give every creator as much time as possible to work on their entries, and although May is five months away, that is not as long as one would think. That being said, we still love your input and want you to be included in the process. The polls are just fun, so January is the month of polls.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Garfield Logan/Raven
Characters: Garfield Logan, Raven (Teen Titans), Victor Stone, Dick Grayson, Koriand'r (DCU)
Additional Tags: Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Humor, Teen Titans as Family, Aged-Up Character(s), Drinking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Cunnilingus, garfield logan is named after a pussy, you are what you eat, The Author Regrets Nothing, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, I’m Going to Hell, Everyone is at least tipsy, Smut, Shameless Smut, Halloween Smut, BBRae Week 2024, Listen Halloween is for finding out about kinks you didn’t know you had, idk what kink this is btw, If someone knows lmk I’ll tag it, ‘wanting to mess up someone who looks perfect’ kink, Making Out, Established Relationship, Chaotic Dick Grayson, chaotic everyone tbh, they’re in their twenties and drunk asf, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Garfield Logan is down astronomical for Raven, Minor Dick Grayson/Koriand'r
Series: Part 4 of BBRae Week 2024
Summary:
Raven had always looked elegant, with her impassive features and long, billowing cloak, but this woman in front of him was clearly a divine being. It reminded him of the feeling he got when they first met, that she was this impassive, untouchable, mysterious creature – a statue craved from the finest marble, never reacting, never slipping, never breaking in composure. Calm, collected, poised, and perfect. Never mind the reference to Swan Lake, *this* was the Raven –every feather pulled into place, every movement calculated.
I wanted to try my hand at some Garchel as I LOVE Ryan Potter as Beast Boy and feel like we missed out on some peak BBRae material. I get WHY but I would’ve liked some kind of hint they were endgame cuz let’s be honest- they ARE!
I probably spent too much time on this but whatever. Who needs a life when you can write fanfiction?!?
Anyway, here’s my submission for BBRae week day 6: “I didn’t know where else to go”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Garfield Logan/Raven, Garfield Logan & Victor Stone, Raven & Victor Stone, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r
Characters: Garfield Logan, Raven (Teen Titans), Victor Stone
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, bbrae - Freeform, BBRae Week 2024, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, no beta we die like Terra deserved to, Teen Titans as Family, Mentions of The End, mentions of the prophecy, Crush at First Sight, he fell first she fell harder, Nudity, pillowtalk, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Naked Cuddling, The author keeps making them progressively more horny in these, they’re cute tho, BAMF Raven (Teen Titans), Big brother Cyborg (Teen Titans), Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net
Series: Part 3 of BBRae Week 2024
Summary:
Garfield Logan has spent the last six years hiding a potentially life-altering secret from his team, especially a certain empath. But when a fight with Overload goes horribly wrong, she ends up dragging the cat out of the bag, and Gar has no idea what happens next. Soulmate AU where the moment you realize who your soulmate is is tattooed on your skin. Written for BBRae Week - ‘Please don’t ever do that again’
More BBrae week from this word smasherer! (I looked it up- it’s a thing and I am one now)
Todays prompt is:
“I don’t like the way her talks about her”
I wanted to try my hand at another characters POV. I choose Cyborg cos he’s my guy and just doesn’t get enough love. But maaannn. Why was it sooo hard?!? Not happening again. Nope, nope nope!!
Anyway, take a look if you fancy it!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
