When the 'Live-Action Adaptation' ™ is just that bad...and you have to take matters into your own hands...
THIS IS WHAT 'TITANS' SHOULD HAVE BEEN
A NEW revamp of the 2003 Teen Titans show, starting at the very beginning of their story—the beginning of their family—full of violence, blood, gore, and foul-mouthedness, and very real, very serious, consequences to five superpowered idiot teenagers set loose on an unsuspecting city, blowing stuff up, and causing general mayhem.
Robin, the former sidekick, steps out from beneath his mentor's shadow, forging a path of his own as he takes charge of a program never before seen in Justice League history.
In a new city and on the hunt for other kids like him—kids too young to be true heroes in their own right, and too dangerous to be left out in the world on their own—he stumbles across a girl with powers greater than any he has ever seen, a girl wearing living darkness like a cape, the shadows hiding a dangerous past—and an even more deadly future.
But she wants nothing to do with him, and he has to convince her to trust him—to let him help her—because without her, they have no hope of facing the threat that's hurtling towards their world.
An alien ship crashes to earth, and fate draws them together.
Five heroes—One team.
Titans, GO!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rock band AU. Now in his mid-20's, Gar Logan dreams of being a rock star but his high school garage band has yet to play a gig outside of Jump City. One night, a stranger offers him a chance to prove his worth. Can they keep things professional, or will their attraction spark something more? Slow burn BBRae. Mild language/adult themes.
My baby is officially complete. Special thanks to @ncutts for commissioning the cover as well as a comic version of Chapter 27.
I'm overall happy witth these. I imagine bb as someone fond of really comfy clothes but mostly he sticks to his uniform since that allows him to transform at will. He's just a silly little guy, and i like him like that.
Raven from DC's real name is not Rachel Roth. It's Raven.
Rachel is a pseudonym she made up for disguise purposes for a very short amount of time. But her real name is Raven, always has been Raven, and always will be Raven.
A subtle brush of Raven’s shoulder against Beast Boy’s arm on the couch, right after a long mission. Nothing unusual, nothing dramatic. Just her sitting slightly closer than usual while they watched a movie in the common room.
Beast Boy noticed immediately. Of course he did. He had an entire internal radar dedicated to Raven movements at this point.
He didn’t say anything—yet. He just smirked and leaned a little closer too. Didn’t touch her, didn’t crowd her. Just made sure she noticed he noticed.
She didn’t react at all.
Which meant she was absolutely reacting internally.
The next day, it happened again. After training, Raven sat beside him on the couch instead of in the armchair like she usually did. She had her book, her tea, her usual “don’t talk to me” aura—but now with ten percent more proximity to Beast Boy.
Robin glanced over, eyebrows raising slightly. Cyborg froze with a fork halfway to his mouth. Starfire beamed like it was a royal engagement announcement.
Beast Boy just grinned.
“So,” he said, voice all smug mischief, “should I move over or are you trying to absorb my aura?”
“I’m not moving,” Raven said flatly.
“Didn’t ask you to.” He scooted closer, all cozy warmth and teasing presence. “Just checking if I should be flattered or scared.”
“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
A week passed, and Raven’s new behavior became… a pattern.
She’d linger longer when she passed by Beast Boy. Stand closer during missions. Once—just once—she even bumped his hip with hers and stayed there. It lasted five seconds. He counted.
The real kicker came during one lazy afternoon in the common room. Beast Boy was lying on the couch, halfway dozing, and Raven walked in like she always did—slow, composed, coffee in hand.
But this time?
This time she didn’t sit beside him.
She sat on him.
“Whoa,” he said, eyes snapping open.
She settled herself sideways across his lap like it was no big deal, pulling out a book and pretending not to notice the stunned silence in the room.
Cyborg dropped his controller. Robin blinked. Starfire was already whispering rapid Tamaranian theories to herself.
Beast Boy looked down at her—at her stiff shoulders, her death grip on the book, and her ears just slightly pink—and smirked so hard it was a miracle his face didn’t split in half.
“Well hello there,” he said, arm sliding around her waist like it had always belonged there.
“Shut up,” she muttered, not looking up.
“Didn’t say anything.”
“You thought something.”
“Oh, I’m always thinking things,” he said, smug as hell now. “Especially when you’re cuddling me like I’m your emotional support animal.”
She tensed. “I can move.”
“Nope,” he said quickly, hugging her tighter. “You committed. I’m comfy now.”
He buried his face in her shoulder just to hear her heart skip.
It became their thing.
Raven started initiating touch—awkward, stiff little gestures that would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone who didn’t know. But Beast Boy knew. Oh, he knew.
She bumped her head lightly against his shoulder while reading. He’d lean down and kiss her temple.
She poked his ribs when he annoyed her. He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together until she turned faintly purple.
Every time she made a move—no matter how subtle—he doubled down. If she leaned, he draped himself over her. If she hugged him, he squeezed her like a giant green teddy bear. If she sat near him, he pulled her halfway into his lap like she was a weighted blanket with a book.
And she let him.
Even worse? She blushed, huffed, glared—but didn’t pull away.
The team was losing their minds.
“I don’t get it,” Cyborg said one evening. “Is she pranking him? Is he pranking her?”
“I believe they are in a courtship ritual,” Starfire whispered. “The kind with much touching and much pretending not to enjoy the touching.”
“They’re confusing,” Robin muttered. “Like… emotionally loud but also emotionally mute.”
They watched Raven walk into the room, see Beast Boy lying on the couch, and immediately walk over and plop down on top of him, face-first into his hoodie.
“Hey, sunshine,” he said, arms wrapping around her instinctively.
“Don’t talk.”
“You smell like lavender and sarcasm.”
“Still talking.”
He grinned, squeezing her tighter. She didn’t move.
Cyborg opened his mouth. Closed it. “This is illegal. There has to be a rule against whatever this is.”
That night, Raven found herself curled up under Beast Boy’s arm during a movie—his heartbeat warm and steady under her cheek. Her fingers twisted in the fabric of his hoodie. She could feel his smile without even looking.
“I can feel your smugness radiating,” she muttered.
“I can feel your affection radiating,” he whispered back, cheek against her hair.
She sighed. “You make this… harder.”
“Make what harder?” he said, clearly fishing.
“Existing.”
“Oh. Well. I am incredibly distracting.”
She shoved her face into his chest.
He laughed, soft and low, and hugged her tighter. “You’re getting good at this.”
“At what?”
“This,” he murmured. “Touching. Wanting to be close. All the weird couple-y stuff.”
She went still. “We’re not a couple.”
He didn’t argue. Didn’t tease.
Just hugged her a little tighter and said, “Yeah. Not yet.”
Later that week, Starfire finally cornered Raven in the hall.
“May I inquire,” she said brightly, “as to whether you are dating the Beast Boy now?”
Raven blinked. “No.”
“Yet you sit upon him. You snuggle like the fuzzy Earth animals.”
“It’s not—It’s not like that.”
“But it is like that.”
Raven opened her mouth. Closed it. “…Okay, it’s kind of like that.”
Starfire beamed. “You are very adorable. I shall begin planning your friendship ceremony immediately.”
“Please don’t.”
“I have glitter!”
“No glitter, Starfire. Please.”
The final straw came during game night.
Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin were mid-card game when Raven walked in wearing Beast Boy’s hoodie—green, oversized, sleeves too long for her hands.
Beast Boy, already sitting on the floor, opened his arms like a puppy and she just… walked over and sat down between his legs, pulling his arms around her like it was routine.
“Okay. No. Stop,” Robin said.
Cyborg dropped his cards. “We need answers.”
Starfire stood. “Are you in love? Are you secretly wed? Is this a mating bond?!”
Beast Boy just grinned. “What, you guys never seen physical affection before?”
“Not from her!” Cyborg gestured wildly. “She vaporized a dude for touching her elbow last year!”
Raven sighed. “It’s just… comfortable.”
“I’m comfortable too!” Cyborg shouted. “You don’t see me in your lap!”
Beast Boy kissed the top of Raven’s head. “Well, I do have special privileges.”
“Why?!” Robin exclaimed.
Raven met his gaze, voice calm but quiet: “Because I want him there.”
Beast Boy blinked.
Then smiled. Not smug this time. Just… soft. Like her words had slipped past every wall and hit dead center.
“Well damn,” Cyborg muttered, impressed.
Starfire clapped her hands with delight.
Robin folded.
Later that night, Raven lay curled on the couch with Beast Boy again, one of her hands resting over his heart. He had one arm under her, the other holding her close.
“I made it weird,” she murmured.
“No you didn’t.”
“I told everyone I want you there.”
“You do.”
“That’s… embarrassing.”
He turned his head, brushing his nose against hers. “Nah. That’s amazing.”
She sighed, exasperated. “Why do you always win?”
“Because,” he whispered, kissing her softly, “I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”
Raven was once again sitting in the common room, reading her book. All was quiet.
And then, down the hall, a sound could be heard.
Raven slowly looked up from her book as the sound got closer. Was that music? She turned her head around as the sound came from just outside the doors at the top of the steps.
Suddenly, Beast Boy burst through the doors. Dressed in what appeared to be a bleach stained denim jacket and pants combo with a black shirt underneath, he was carrying a boom box on his shoulder, the source of the noise. Somehow, his hair was also curled. Almost too curled. Scratch that, way too curled.
Raven finally knew what the sound was though, and as she remembered the name of the song, she rolled her eyes.
Just as it reached the crescendo-
BB: IT'S FINALLY MAY!! strikes a pose
Yay! It's May everyone! Just a few short weeks until BBRae Week 2025!! Don't forget, it starts Sunday May 25th, and goes to Saturday May 31st. We have an ao3 collection, and a deviantart page. Feel free to contribute what you can!
Raven: Well. I wasn't expecting that.
BB: What do you think of the hair? Think I should keep it?
Raven: No.
BB: Aw cmon! I think I pull it off!
Raven: Wash whatever is in your hair out, now. I'm not going out in public with you like that.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
THIS IS WHAT 'TITANS' SHOULD HAVE BEEN
A NEW revamp of the 2003 Teen Titans show, full of violence, blood, gore, and foul-mouthedness, and very real—very serious—consequences to the deadly powers wielded in this world.
THE STORY CONTINUES…
Dick Grayson—Robin, the Boy-Wonder—is finally out from Batman's shadow, and finds himself the newly minted leader of his own fledgling team: Victor Stone, cybernetically enhanced tech-genius; Koriand'r of Tamaran, alien Princess with explosive fire power; Garfield Logan, animal-shapeshifting goofball; and Raven, dark telekinetic with a mysterious past.
Fresh off their victory over the aliens that attacked their city, the five young heroes begin their training, learning about their powers, their strengths and weaknesses, and how to work and fight and live together as a team.
Then, a new, untrained meta appears, in desperate need of their help.
But as the unexpected newcomer joins the group, they start to wonder if there may be more to Terra than meets the eye…
Honestly loved this fic so much. Every friday i went to work thinking i would get an ao3 notification ! and every friday i got it! tbh made me so so happy
I'm going to miss it, but really waiting for the third part :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
THIS IS WHAT 'TITANS' SHOULD HAVE BEEN
A NEW revamp of the 2003 Teen Titans show, full of violence, blood, gore, and foul-mouthedness, and very real—very serious—consequences to the deadly powers wielded in this world.
THE STORY CONTINUES…
Dick Grayson—Robin, the Boy-Wonder—is finally out from Batman's shadow, and finds himself the newly minted leader of his own fledgling team: Victor Stone, cybernetically enhanced tech-genius; Koriand'r of Tamaran, alien Princess with explosive fire power; Garfield Logan, animal-shapeshifting goofball; and Raven, dark telekinetic with a mysterious past.
Fresh off their victory over the aliens that attacked their city, the five young heroes begin their training, learning about their powers, their strengths and weaknesses, and how to work and fight and live together as a team.
Then, a new, untrained meta appears, in desperate need of their help.
But as the unexpected newcomer joins the group, they start to wonder if there may be more to Terra than meets the eye…
And like, if you ask me if I’m going to get over DC retconning Raven’s name to Rachel, because it’s been like 15 years at this point, the answer is no I’m fucking not. I’m going to die mad about it thanks
