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Sunrise

Pairings: Tim Drake and Conner

Summary:

Sometimes we need to stop and take a break, there are people who are worried for us, it’s a small luxury to sit and watch the sunrise with the people we care about, but everyone deserves to bask in its beauty”

Author’s note:

Hello, it’s been forver, I missed writing and drawing and this pandemic gave me the opportunity to get back with my art and literature. I’m currently working on new pieces of art and stories.

Here’s one I made last year. I forgot to share it cause I got so busy with work and now everyone is staying at home, I found it again.

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The room was dim and humid, the hazy moonlight infiltrated from the narrow glass window casting a faint illumination in one of the corners of the room. The light was too tenebrous to make out any figure or object in the area it casted its glow upon. Nevertheless it still created a comforting haze of fluorescence.

The sound of clicking keys on the keyboards and purring from the overworked computer engine resonated through the expanse of the room. It has been going on for hours on end all throughout the night. Papers and empty mugs scattered on the desk that it seems to be made out of scraps of paper and coffee stains. Mountains of classified forensic files and newspaper clippings occupied the majority of the space, save for the modest bed in one corner which was currently occupied by a dark haired teenage boy. Files and laptop in hand.

“It’s past midnight. Maybe you should just continue this tomorrow.” The teen looked up from his laptop screen, which casted a blue lit hue on his youthful face, to the other occupant of the room working on the desk across from the bed.

“I can’t waste time Conner, you know that. I am so close to solving this case.” The boy replied not even sparing Conner a glance.

Defeated, Conner just sighed and continued to work on his own research.

A moment later the teen stood up from the desk, empty mug in hand and headed to the door.

“I’m just going to get some coffee” he said walking pass the bed.

“Tim!” Conner called out, which made the said boy come to a halt and peered back at the source over his shoulder. “Let me” Conner continued and walked over to where Tim was standing and grabbed the mug out of his hands.

Tim smiled very faintly but Conner could make it out. The skin around his eyes are swollen and there were dark bags underneath due to the lack of sleep on his blood shot eyes. Concern washed over Conner’s face in an attempt to return the gesture. But he continued out the room to fetch his best friend his coffee, while Tim sat back down in front of his computer and resumed typing away, a very familiar sight.

Once Conner got back from the kitchen, Tim’s coffee in hand. He found Tim staring at his files pinned on the wall with a very perplexed expression.

He proceeded to the desk and placed the coffee down.

“What’s the matter?” Conner asked making his way towards Tim.

“I don’t get it.” Tim huffed out a breath, he ran his fingers through his hair slightly pulling on it, as if doing so will give him the solutions to his problems.

He plucked out the newspaper clipping photo of brother blood and stared at it intently. Conner peeked at the photo Tim was staring at and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“How come I can’t find leads to his new plan, I pieced each and every evidence I could find together carefully, I double checked the profiles of the people who was kidnapped and I went back to the location of the crime scene for further evidence, still nothing.” Tim said almost in a complaining manner. He has been working on this case for almost a week now and dedicated his days and nights to solving it. He can’t possibly missed a clue or something.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to solve this like you always do” Conner assured from behind him.

Conner walked over back to the bed and sat at the edge, he struggled to keep a yawn, but failed.

Being the second greatest detective that Tim is, he caught the muffled yawn from Conner and turned to face him.

“Rest” he said sternly. “I got this.” His tone softened and the corners of his lips tugged a bit.

“Are you sure? You might need-“

“I’m sure, I’m kinda used to it you know.” Tim cut him off with a chuckle and walked back to his desk and started working on his computer again.

Conner looked at him for a moment worried his best friend is pushing himself too much that he’s hurting himself and neglecting his health. But he knew Tim wouldn’t stop until he found something, he would spend sleepless nights just to solve a case, this, however heartbreaking it is, was pretty normal to Tim and he knows it.

“Ok, goodnight then” Conner said hesitantly. He exited Tim’s room with his head down and headed to his own, much tidier as tidy as it can be for a teenage boy, room.

He felt terrible not being of much help to his friend, if only he could convince him to go easy on himself, if only he cared a little bit about himself, then Conner wouldn’t be sitting in his bed staring at the glowing numbers of his clock, that says 2:30 am, on the nightstand troubled shitless.

However, Conner knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, the bat kids were all stubborn in their own ways, once invested too much in to something there is no reeling them out of it. All he could really do now is get some much needed shut-eye and hope that Tim solves this case as soon as possible so he could get some rest.

Conner woke up to his stomach growling, he missed dinner last night. He was trying to help Tim that it didn’t occur to him that he hasn’t eaten anything aside from the occasional temptation from Tim to get himself a cup of coffee. He stretched his arms to the other side of his bed as if searching for something, or someone, only to find it empty and cold.

He propped himself up on one elbow while rubbing the sleep off his eyes with his other hand. He looked sleepily at the clock resting on his nightstand with the glowing numbers that says 5:00am, 2 and a half hours, he only slept for 2 and a half hours. As much as he wanted to curl back in bed, his stomach was saying otherwise. He languidly dragged his body to the tower kitchen to fix himself anything to eat, perhaps there was some left over pizza or something, really anything.

When Conner got to the kitchen he was surprised to see the lights on and someone was already there. Who could be up making breakfast at ass-crack in the morning? He thought. He wasn’t surprised when he saw Tim with his back facing him on the counter fixing himself his nth cup of coffee since last night. He looked over his shoulders when he heard Conner came in and continued to fix his coffee

“Conner, you’re up early” Tim said drearily.

“And you’re still up” Conner said emphasizing on the word ‘still’.

Tim didn’t respond and just carried on making his coffee. There was a moment of silence between them, it lasted longer than what Conner wanted.

After his coffee was made Tim, walked passed Conner without as so much as looking at him, to get back to his room. Conner grabbed his arm just as he passed him.

“That’s enough” he said sternly but still laced with concern. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Tim didn’t budge and just sighed.

“Come with me, let’s get some fresh air out-“

“I have work to do” Tim interjected.

“You don’t have a choice” Conner levitated dragging Tim with him in the air by his arm, making him drop his coffee shattering the cup on the floor. “I’ll fix that later” he said almost laughing.

“What the hell are you doing?!?”

“Getting us both some fresh air, sun will be rising soon, lets watch it.” He said adjusting his hold on Tim so he was holding him on the small of his back, instinctively Tim held on his shoulders.

“I don’t think this is a good idea“ Tim tried to convince him to put him back down to no avail.

Conner flew them up on the roof top of the Titans Tower, he always loved it there, he could see the whole city and on the other side he could see the sun from the horizon. He would always go here when he wants time for himself, or when he wants to recharge and just let the sun’s light penetrate his skin, or when he just wanted to relax and see the world he saves from corruption and evil. And now he wanted Tim to see that there is no need to push himself, that it was ok to be human for a little while.

Though that sounded hypocritical since he, himself is not even fully human. But he was here in their world, he is here to stay and he was more than happy to live amongst them, especially with his friends, especially with Tim.

“I don’t have time for this con” Tim said as he landed him.

“Tim, I care for you and I hate seeing you hurt” Conner said still in the air hovering in front of Tim.

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine” Tim said not comprehending what he was trying to say.

“You’re hurting yourself” Conner grounded in front of Tim placing both his hands on his shoulders.

Tim could see through his bloodshot eyes the pain in the young boy’s eyes staring back at him. He saw just how much he cared for him and it made him guilty for worrying him, he didn’t think what he was doing would cause that much concern from Conner.

Despite the troubling feeling in his head, Conner gave Tim what he could say the warmest smile he was ever given, and heads to the edge of the tower.

“Look, the sun is beginning to rise” Conner said pointing to the horizon where the sun’s rays could be made out with a hue of luminescent pink, through the baby blue skies and the wispy tinted clouds.

He sat on the edge with his legs dangling off swaying back and forth. He looked back at Tim and patter the space next to him.

Tim looked at the beautiful horizon and back at the boy sitting on the edge, Conner knew he was pondering, afraid he would be wasting time or just afraid to give him this much luxury.

“Just this once” He said raising his brows.

Tim hesitantly walked over to Conner and sat beside him.

“This is my favourite time of the day, Tim, I can feel the solar energy dancing on my skin” Conner said closing his eyes savouring the warmth the sun was emitting.

Tim could only look at Conner. He was radiant, contented and happy, how he longed to be so.

“It’s earlier this time of the year” Conner said.

The crescent peak of the sun presented itself over the horizon masking everything in a hue of pink and orange.

“I don’t know if I’ve told you this before but summ-“He felt Tim’s head resting on his shoulders. His eyes widened and he looked over at the said boy.

He saw Tim sleeping with his head on his shoulder, he swears this is the first time he saw him this peaceful. He could see just how young he was, his face looked so innocent and frail, when he is at ease, and he was just a boy. He could see the dark bags under his eyes, how it seems much darker against his pale ghastly skin. Youth was taken away from him the moment he donned the robin suit and began fighting alongside the batman, and his nights and days were stolen by crimes and villains.

But for once he is thankful he’s finally letting himself loose just for a little while, and he’s more than happy to be spending it with him. He deserved that, no child should be deprived of living.

Conner smiled at the sleeping boy and turned to face back the sun basking in the warm summer breeze.

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Not all of my 2018 art, but most traditional ones I did after I graduated university.

From Top left: Alfred Pennyworth, Beastboy, Gargolye (Gotham City), Poison Ivy, Kidflash,Raven, The flash

PS, I know, I have very inconsistent style.

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The Mage and The Frog

Pairings: Garfield(Beast Boy) x Rachel(Raven)

Summary: Inspired by the classic fairytale "the princess and the frog". A mage finds a frog inside her cauldron she was surprised to hear it speak, apparently said frog was once a human. He requires a kiss from a princess to reverse the curse. The mage thinking the frog a prince, offers if she could counter the spell with her own, but she requires something in return.

Author's note: Some BBrae fluff before the new year. BTW, all my fanfics can be found on fanfiction.net. Go check them out! I Actually got the idea of writing this one from a dream I had, in my dream I accidentally turned one of my bestfriends into a frog and I had to approach a witch to turn him back. hahahaha stupid I know.

Also, This was a drawing I did months ago, it was meant for inktober but I got really busy during that month and never got to finish all.

The Mage and The Frog

"Azerath," a gust of wind.

"Metrion," a hoot of an owl.

"Zinthos" and a howl in the distance.

The young mage opens her completely pitch black eyes as the tiny inky nerves surrounding her eyes disappears into her ashy pale skin. Her eyes slowly returning back to their humane form with irises a deep indigo blue. There is a power, a wrath within her but still it makes her completely lonely and empty. Once out of the trance of her meditation reality will sink back in, inside her coven secluded from the rest of the kingdom, hidden deep within the wood, she was alone.

And in solitude she finds herself, people of the village feared her, some wanted her hunted and burned at the stake, the priests of the church wanted her exorcised however, the king didn't seem to mind having her in the kingdom. In fact she was even called once to the palace to assist the princess in birth when all the midwives of the palace couldn't aid and deliver the infant after almost a day in turmoil, the king finally summoned her, and without her healing prowess surely the mother and infant would have perished in birth. The princess was from a faraway kingdom and she has very different views and beliefs to the kingdom's morals, as much as King Bruce opposed the union of his eldest and the princess, he wanted nothing more than his son to be happy, and clearly the said princess has given more than what the eldest prince needed.

Oh the mage was powerful, indeed one of the best in the land. Being a mage is simply a guise of her true capabilities. She possessed a power, a terrible power, which she uses to the advantage of humanity. She had helped heal wary and injured travelers over the years but never has she healed nor helped any of the locals in the kingdom, they simply wouldn't let her anywhere near them, she elicits darkness that made everyone fear her, even the king himself who is known to be one with the shadows himself is not anywhere near as mysterious as her, she could give anyone nightmares and traumatize them enough to be willing to end their lives entirely, she could open all the seven gates of hell is she wills herself, engulfing the whole kingdom to the deepest darkest realms of hell, she was a demon. But she wouldn't indulge herself with that thought. She has to fight it and get in control of herself from doing anything as demonic as the mere thought of harming anyone. She may have been created by a demon but she wasn't like him, she wasn't her father's toy.

The young girl stared at the flickering candle before her, it was late in the evening, everyone in the kingdom receded to slumber. Only the bright full moon and the meek candle illuminated her coven. This was the perfect time to draw out spells and formulate potions, this time was hers.

Slowly, she ran her dainty fingers along the spines of aged leather books, books she has collected over the years, books which bound rich spells and incantations, both for life and death. Her hand stopped, looking closely at the gold lettering on the worn red leather.

Love.

It has been awhile since she last opened this book. Arching a brow as she retrieves the book from the shelf. A book of love spells, how ironic she thought. Only humans too desperate for love would cast a love spell on anyone. Nevertheless, she opened the book and made her way to the cauldron.

"What of love?" she silently muttered to herself, Skimming through the worn and torn pages of the book.

She stopped at a certain spell.

Love's true form.

She tilted her head ever so slightly, curious as to what the spell beholds and read through elements the spell requires.

"Crushed dried rose petals, spring dew, a dash of earth, a dollop of frost and a drop of blood from the host seeking for their true love's form" simple, she already has everything in her coven. All she needs to do now is bring everything to her cauldron and chant the words of the spell.

She lifts the lid of the cauldron, ready to see what her true loves-

"Croak!"

Flabbergasted, the mage dropped the lid and eyed the cauldron. Moments later and she heard it again. A croak.

Nervously, she slowly lifted the lid of the cauldron and- "croak" a big green frog leaped to the rim of the cauldron and stared at her.

"A frog!" she squealed, "It's just a frog" she felt her shoulders ease up the moment she saw that it was just a harmless creature.

"Greetings my lady, do you mind doing me a favour?" the frog suddenly spoke. To her surprise she whacked it with the thick leather book causing the creature to fall back in the cauldron.

She sauntered over the pot and peered inside when she heard a wail.

"Whatever was that for?" the frog bellowed from inside the cauldron.

"You speak? How can you speak?" she asked surprised.

"You see my lovely lady, I am not a frog at all" the frog said as he leaped back to the rim.

The girl examined the frog for a moment and arched her brow.

"Not a frog?"

"uh well, uhm, you see that is why I need you," the frog explained "I am Garfield from the palace court."

"The palace court?" that certainly peaked her interest "so you were once human?"

"Indeed I am!" the frog stated proudly then looked down at himself "well I was human"

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to humor the frog. After all, It would give her something to do.

The girl gathered the frog from the cauldron and set him on the table as she took a seat herself, propping her elbows on the table and her chin on one of her palms she let out a sigh.

"I guess your favour has something to do with why you're a frog then."

"Yes, I have heard of you, a young and powerful mage! There have been rumors about you in the kingdom" the frog said leaping closely to her.

She stared blankly at the frog and gave him nod to indicate him to continue.

"You see, as I said, I am from the palace court, last I remember there was a ball the king was hosting, and the nobles of the kingdom was invited, even royals from other kingdoms were present" the frog continued. The king was known for his lavish and extravagant balls, royals from all across the land would flock to his palace for a night of splendor.

"A ball?" she asked. She has never been to one, everyone in the kingdom knew that the king always held the best balls and one would be lucky to have been invited.

"Yes I was eating the feast the palace has prepared when all of a sudden I just felt dizzy and suddenly everything went dark, then I woke up a frog!"

Could it be that this Garfield was once a prince invited to the ball, the mage thought. And it sounds as if he has been cursed a frog, perhaps because of a certain wrong doing or a jealous maiden seeking revenge.

"But what can I do to turn you back?" she asked lifting her head from her palms. "Surely there must have been a reason why you have been turned into a frog"

"aaahh yes! I heard there has been rumors about another mage in the kingdom, and she wants to get the prince to marry her!" the frog said, leaping over her hands.

For a moment she contemplated on flicking it away, but the thought of the frog possibly being a prince made her reconsider the action. This maybe be a prince asking her for a favour. She smirked at the thought.

"What must be done in order to turn you back to human?" she asked, lifting the frog to her eye level.

If this frog was indeed a prince, then the mage who cursed him must have done so in order to hold him captive and force him to marry her. But how did he end up in her cauldron? Was he being hunted down at this instant? Surely the other mage would be looking for her frog prince.

"Haven't you heard of this curse before?" the frog asked, quite confused. Surely anyone who toys with spells and curses would know how to turn this frog back into a human. Surely she would at least have an idea. "I honestly have no clue"

She could see the forlorn in the frog's eyes, as it dropped from her gaze and for some reason, she herself wasn't convinced of, she felt pity.

"Do you really think I go around cursing people to become frogs?" she asked sarcastically rolling her eyes, getting on her feet, she went to the book shelves on the wall and started scanning for an answer.

Then right in that instant she it dawned at her, true form. She hurried back to the table where she have placed the book of love spells. There must be something in the book to help someone turn back to their true form.

She quickly flipped through the pages of the book, looking for something, anything that could give her an idea of how to turn Garfield back to a human.

And there it was, a kiss from a princess.

If the mage that cursed the frog and forced him to marry her, then that would mean she would turn into a princess, then the frog would return to being a prince. Exactly!

"This is it! A kiss from a princess. You need to kiss a princess." She said looking at the frog on the table, he wasn't enthusiastic about the solution and felt even more hopeless. He slumped back on himself and sighed heavily.

"The kingdom only has four princes, and the only princess around is married to the eldest, I , I couldn't possibly" he said pitifully, he couldn't get the princess to kiss him, the princess already belongs to someone and kissing someone else is rather an act frowned upon. "I can't ask the princess to kiss me"

Just then the mage came up with an idea, if the frog won't kiss the princess then she'll have to just cast a spell that would revoke the curse, she would have to call upon the demons of her soul to overpower the curse, but it will cost her, she knows. And being a prince, she can surely get something out of the frog. It was a price to be paid.

"Because she is married" she flatly stated, she knows she can reverse the curse using the demons within her, but it will hurt and it will be costly. "I can reverse the curse, but it will cost you, it will cost you greatly"

"I will do anything!" the frog in depression pleaded.

"I ask for your first born" she demanded, she needed a soul. Summoning the demon in her would cost her strength and weaken her, and worst kill her. Having someone around to assist her would be useful, and of course the blood of royalty would help her place in the kingdom. Not that she wanted to be in one with them, it will just stop them from trying to get to her and burn her at the stake, or exorcise her. Also, she wouldn't have to be alone anymore.

"My first born?" the frog asked perplexed, "you want me to give you my child?"

"If you don't want to I-"

"I'll do it!"

She stared at the frog for a moment in confusion, it was never easy to give up their own child, was this frog crazy?

"Very well then," she looked out the window as a gust of wind shuddered the trees. "Shall we proceed?"

Not waiting for the frog's response, she picked him up from the table and placed him in the center of a circle on the floor, she placed candles in the perimeter of the circle and lit them one by one. She sat in a lotus in front of the frog and closed her eyes.

"Relax, this will take a while, but repeat after me" she ordered the frog.

"azerath,"

"metrion,"

"zinthos" nothing happened.

"I don't see how this is-"

"Shut up!" she exclaimed "this won't work if you don't focus!"

Again and again she they chanted the words but nothing seems to be happening.

"Well I guess I'm stuck being a frog" he jests. He was quite nervous really, now he's pressured to bear a child in order to repay her.

The mage didn't answer and just continued chanting the words. There must be something wrong with what she's doing, why isn't the frog turning human?

"I could be of some help here, if it doesn't work" the frog continued since nothing seems to be happening at all. "I know people like you typically has a raven, a bat or a black cat, but a frog can be-"

"Quiet!" she roared. "Look, do you want to go back to being human or not?"

"Well uuhhmmm you see, there's nothing wrong with being frog" he chuckled, he was quite nervous all of a sudden, he agreed to the terms given to him earlier without really thinking, now he's slowly realizing how much of a burden this truly is.

There's nothing really wrong with being a frog, he thought. It wasn't any better or worse than what he did when he was human.

"So you'd rather stay a frog?" she peered one of her eyes to look at the frog.

"Look at the bright side, at least if I stayed a frog, you wouldn't be alone, I can stay with you here"

"And do you really think I would want to have a frog around?" she sarcastically asked.

"uuhhh well, you'll have someone to talk to" he gave her a slight chuckle.

She stared at the frog for a moment before getting up from the floor and putting out the candles, she slowly made her way to her chambers. Her powers weren't working. Was this another one of his taunts to compel her to accept her true self?

It was happening again, her inner demons mocking her into submission.

But if the frog wasn't going to participate and let her focus, then she wasn't going to waste her time trying to help a pathetic little frog.

"Are you just going to leave me alone-" The door to her bed chamber slams shut. "uhhh goodnight!"

The frog was left alone in the dark.

In her chambers, the mage sat quietly in the dark. She certainly didn't want to keep a talking frog around, prince or not, but if he wasn't willing to give up his first born child then how else was he going to repay her. She couldn't just turn him back without being repaid. Everything comes with a cost.

For a brief moment she considered actually appearing in the palace and demanding the princess to kiss the frog just to get it off her back. But no, the princess and the prince were very kind to her, they repaid her well for helping deliver their first born, they even insist she stayed in court but of course she wouldn't like to mingle with the privileged of the court she basically loathed. And besides she didn't like the idea of living within everyone's reach, the priests there would reiterate she be exorcised. Well to be damned with them.

She could banish him to another dimension, leave him there to rot as a frog. But no, aside from being annoying, the frog did nothing wrong to her. Guilt would plague her if she was to do that, and she wasn't going to do something so evil, that would only please her father, not herself. And what of the woman who cursed him? She might have to face her if she banished her prince, or what if his kingdom came to look for their prince, only to know that he is stuck in the depths of hell as a frog. No, she isn't going to do something so heinous, no matter how capable she was.

When the sun has risen up in the sky, the coven was illuminated. The rays of the sun streaking in from the windows with tiny minuscule dust particles dancing and gleaming as the light hits them. It was a new day, a fresh start.

"Croak!" oh right, she should have known, the frog was still there. Annoyed and slightly offended, the mage walked slowly to where the frog was, surprisingly the frog didn't left the circle.

"Garfield, was it?" she asked kneeling in front of frog while opening her palm for him to leap onto.

"Yes my lady?" he said as he leapt onto her palm. She made her way to the table and placed the frog on top. "Good morrow to you my lady" A smile, a frog's smile if that's how frog smiled she thought.

"Rachel, call me Rachel" she said sitting down on a chair placing her elbows on the table and her chin on her palm.

"Rachel, that's a pretty name" he said with a frog smirk.

She smiled, faintly. "Are you certain you are contented with staying as a frog?" she asked looking at him with hooded eyes, taping her fingers on the table top.

His smile dissipated but he did not falter "well, at least you're not alone anymore" a jest half meant.

"I don't mind trying again, I must admit, my capabilities were not, uhhhmm at their peak last night" a lie, she knew why they didn't work. She wasn't in full control of her power and she can hear the voices in her head taunting her.

The frog was hopeful, maybe, perhaps this time it will work. "If it works this time, I cannot assure you I would be able to repay you the way you want" he said. He knew it was going to cost, and besides. Being a frog wasn't all that bad, if you have some company like a powerful mage though he would have to give up mingling with the aristocrats in court. "But if it doesn't then," he hesitates but he's assured. "Maybe I can stay here and accompany you, if you don't mind having a talking frog, that is" he smiles, he meant it. Besides, where would a talking frog even go, he couldn't possibly go back to the palace as a talking amphibian now can't he? That would scare the people and he might be accused of being possessed and be hunt down and destroyed.

A talking frog was the least of her wanted companions, but it was better than nothing, it was better than talking to the voices in her head. "You promise you'll stay?" she asked light heartedly.

The frog nodded. "You won't be alone again" and that made her smile.

With promises and debts left unkept, the mage was once again determined to turn this frog to his true form.

"I'll do it"

"What?" the frog asked unable to believe she was willing to help him despite not being certain of whether he will be able to repay her or not if the spell works.

"I'll try again" she asserted getting up on her feet. "Regardless of debts and promises, I guess we can arrange something for later" she quipped, a faint smile crept on her face, barely visible but still there.

"Thank you! You don't know how grateful I am!" he said leaping with much joy on the same spot. No one has ever showed him this much kindness before, it made him want to cry.

He looked still at the mage tears welling in his eyes. She stood up offering her palm for the frog to leap on to.

She placed the frog in the center of the circle for the second time and lit all the candles one by one. Slowly she sat in front of the frog and closed her eyes.

She began chanting again. This time more determined than ever.

"Azerath," a gust of wind.

"Metrion," the rustling of the trees.

"Zinthos." She opened her eyes, pitch black with tiny inky veins creeping around them, and suddenly a black energy in the shape of a raven emitted from her chest and cried a loud high pitched shriek and slowly surrounded the frog in a flurry of dark energy. The candles surrounding them suddenly went out altogether.

The frog has never seen such sorcery before, the darkness engulfed him and it made him scared, he thought of never coming back to see the light and it made him more afraid of the dark than ever.

The energy felt cold and dead, so cold it almost felt like burning. He quickly closed his eyes and opened them again but only saw darkness and more darkness and suddenly he felt himself slowly drifting to unconsciousness.

"Rachel?" he cried softly, she didn't hear him, her energy continued to encircle the frog in a whirlwind of darkness until it slowly faded around the frog, slowly as if it was retreating back to her.

As the energy faded leaving just a smoke blanketing an unconscious body lying in front of the mage, it slowly crept around her before completely fading away. The candles lit up and the smoke cleared away and revealed a young boy in dressed in green.

The mage's eyes slowly returned to their humane form and the veins surrounding them faded in to her ashen skin.

The boy slowly stood up and marveled at his human form, however, as soon as the mage saw the green clothes and the green hat consisted of three points with jingle bells at the end, her mouth gaped.

"You're not a prince!" she growled.

"uuuhhhh yeah" the boy said sheepishly scratching his head "I only said I was from the palace, but I never told you I was a prince"

"You're a fool!"

"heh, well, uhm, do you still require my first born?" he chuckled nervously afraid that she could turn him back into a slimy amphibian at will.

To his surprise the mage stood up and smiled, tenderly if he is even was allowed to think of it as such.

"No, but are you still willing to keep your promise?"

Garfield returned her smile, warm and tenderly.

And at that moment, the mage knew she would never be alone again.

#BBrae #teentitans #AUfic #Beastboy #Raven #DC #Fanart #fanfiction #titans #Comic #DCU #DCheroes #superheores #rachel roth #Garfield logan

I just felt like drawing her after watching Titans finale.

#DC #Mar'i #Nightstar #Mar'i Grayson #Titans

Do you know what day it is?

Pairings: Garfield(Beast Boy) x Rachel(Raven)

Summary: “ You shouldn't hold back. You found me alone so I could spend the rest of my life with you, however long it will be"

Author’s note: I got teary eyed just a smidge while writing this. Note to self; don't listen to lady gaga's I'll never love again while reading this. I learned that the hard way.

Also I know, I can't write smut to save my life sorry. I'm working on it I promise!

Do you know what day it is?

30 years ago

"Do you know what day it is?" a lean man asked, yes he could be considered one since he's just passed being a teenager, closing the door from behind him.

The woman sitting by the window looked up at his direction, closing the book she was reading. He walked towards the table putting down the basket filled with bountiful fruits of his harvest.

"It marks the day when you first found me, 15 years ago" he said with a smile.

45 years ago

Being a powerful demon spawn, Rachel has always been isolated from the nearby village. She was afraid of the misconception the people would have upon seeing her and being surrounded by feeble humans she could oh so easily hurt when she would have her fits and lose control of her demons.

That's why she is completely bewildered at the fact that she's staring at this crying boy by the glen alone and disheveled in the distance. What even surprised her more is when she started to slowly walk towards the child. Upon closer inspection she noticed the strange hue of his skin, he was tinted green all over, even his hair was a deep shade of green, almost black but when the light hits it turns into a dark moss shade.

No wonder he was alone, he was probably an abomination of some sort.

"Boy, why are you crying?" she said bleakly.

The young boy stopped crying and looked up to her curiously. She just stared back at him, impatient. He sniffled a sob and got on his feet.

"Are you an angel?" the boy said rubbing his swollen eyes with the back of his hand. She chuckled at the irony. She was wearing a dark blue hooded cloak that went down to the ground, she was pale as ash and cold as ice, how could one simply assume her as such angelic creature.

"I asked you a question first" she said almost in a reprimanding tone.

The boy stiffened and dropped his gaze, he looked like he would start crying again. She sensed a terrible lost from this child. She saw the melancholy in his eyes that a child can't possibly hide.

She removed her hood and bent down to his level. After contemplating for a moment what course of action she should take, she just tilted his chin up to look at her in the eyes. That's when the tears began to stream down again in rivulets down his green tinted cheeks.

She was frustrated, she didn't know how to console anyone let alone a child.

"I'm all alone now" the boy sobbed.

"Where are your parents?" she asked offering her cloak for him to dry his tears.

"They're gone"

Her chest tightened at the thought, deep inside she pitied him, she just didn't know how to say or show it.

"What happened?" she asked in a more mellow tone now. She watched him drying his tears with her cloak trying to look away from her questioning gaze, trying to avoid remembering how he lost everything to no avail.

She brushed her hands on his moss hair and it reassured him. He was finally found, after losing everything and being lost. Someone has finally found him.

"They've gone to heaven" the boy said pointing up to the sky.

She looked towards the direction he was pointing at and sighed.

Slowly, she got back on her feet and readjusted her hood on. She turned her back on him and started to pace away.

"Do you have a name?" she asked.

"Garfield"

She continued to walk away when she noticed Garfield still standing in his position, she looked back at him and raised her brow.

"Well? Aren't you coming?"

Garfield ran to her side and started to walk by her.

"What's your name mistress?" he asked looking up at her.

"Rachel" she said not sparing him a glimpse.

"That's a pretty name" he said smiling at her. Rachel stopped on her tracks, so did the boy, and took a moment to look down at him.

She looked back up and paced forward with the boy tailing her.

While walking down the nearby stream Garfield spotted a shrub of tiny blue flowers, and started to pick some up while still keeping in toe with Rachel.

"Where are we going?" he asked merrily as if he wasn't just crying a moment ago.

"Home." She replied.

30 years ago

"You remember" Rachel said.

Garfield walked towards her and pulled a delicate bunch of forget-me-nots tied together by a single twine from his vest.

"Don't I always?" he said smugly handing the flowers to her with the warmest smile she had ever been given.

Garfield walked back to the front door, ready to hunt for their supper when Rachel suddenly asked "why do you always give me flowers, these specific flowers? It's been 15 years"

He turned to face her again and smiled looking like the innocent young boy she had found alone and took home from years ago.

"They're your favourite" he said simply and turned to the door and exited the house leaving her to stare at the door for a moment and to the blue flower in her hands. A faint but visible smile slowly formed on her face as she recalls the memory of finding a lost boy in the wood.

To show my gratitude Garfield thought as he walked away from their modest house ready to hunt for their meal.

25 years ago

"Do you know what day it is?" Garfield asked walking alongside Rachel.

They have just gone and collected firewood in the forest, now returning back to their abode to warm up from the winter night.

"it marks the day when you first found me, 20 years ago" he said with a smile.

"You remember" Rachel said walking in front of him

"Don't I always?" he chuckled laying the firewood down for a moment, Rachel stopped and looked back at him when she noticed.

Garfield pulled out a bunch of forget-me-nots from his back and walked towards her presenting the flowers. She looked at them for a while before receiving them and taking a moment to reminisce when he gave her a quick embrace.

Garfield picked up the firewood once again and balanced them on his back and started walking when he noticed Rachel still standing in her position, staring intently at him.

"Come on it's getting dark" he smiled and gestured ahead "the fire place is not gonna light up on its own and I still need to prepare for supper once we get home."

To show my gratitude and respect Garfield thought as he walked ahead.

Rachel stared at the tiny blue flowers in her hands and a faint smile crept on her face. But in the back of her mind there is a lingering pain.

45 years ago

"Eat this" Rachel said placing a bowl of hot porridge on the bedside table.

"I'm fine" Garfield said slowly siting up on the bed.

Rachel sat beside him and placed a hand on his forehead, he was burning since the night she first took him home. It was probably the trauma from losing his parents, being poisoned with the chemical that turned him green and the whole village avoiding him like he was the bubonic plague all in one day. A child could only take in so much pain and suffering.

As much as Rachel couldn't care for a child, this boy was alone with no one to care for. Just like she once was so many years ago.

"Don't be stubborn" she reprimanded.

The child could only reach for the bowl of porridge and inhaled the aroma of the broth, which with that alone already made him feel better.

Rachel watched intently as the child devour his meal to the very last grain before sighing in contentment.

After Garfield had finished his meal, she collected the used dishes and placed them on the kitchen sink before returning with a glass of lukewarm water.

Garfield gulped down the glass of water to the very last dropped and placed the emptied glass on the nightstand. He lays back in bed and buries himself in the thick blankets, while Rachel placed a warm cloth on his head.

Garfield watched as Rachel sat in a chair beside him and started reading a book. He blinks a couple of times in her direction before scanning the cavernous room with wonders and curiosity of a 5 year old.

"Why are you alone?" Garfield asked looking back at her.

Rachel looks up from her book to the green boy lying in bed staring at her with all the innocence of a child.

After a moment of contemplating on how she would answer such question, she dropped her gaze back to her book.

"Trust me, if you knew what I really am, you wouldn't like me" she answered.

Garfield furrowed his brows at her statement. How could anyone not want her, she was so kind and caring. The purest thought from the purest mind.

"That's not true" he whimpered. "I like you" he smiled innocently at her.

Her head popped up to look at the green boy. They said children only spoke of the truth, she pitied how honest they could be. They don't know the weight of their words at times.

22 years ago

"Do you know what day it is?" Garfield asked leaning on the doorway watching Rachel meditating in her bed.

She knew exactly what day it was and what it entails for the both of them but chose not to answer and just pry her eyes open to look at him.

"It marks the day when you first found me, 23 years ago" he said getting up and walking towards her smiling warmly.

The bed shifted when he sat next to her. Rachel just continued to stare at Garfield, taking in his features, he matured a lot, he was no longer the scrawny teenager he once was, his shoulders broaden and he now had lean muscles and was noticeably taller than her now.

Garfield pulled a bunch of forget-me-nots tucked from his back and gave it to her.

Slowly he inched closer to her, stopping just when their nose met, he thought he'd give her the opportunity to move away just in case she didn't want this and when she didn't, he gently pecked her lips. She took hold of the front of his shirt and returned the kiss, he crashed his lips on hers again, hungrily. He was now given permission to do so. How long have he waited to be able to do this and now she wasn't flinching, she was returning everything he's giving her with much gusto.

She felt as if she was melting in his touch, how badly she wanted this, how badly she needed this. But it cannot be, it simply cannot be.

Rachel broke the kiss before she loses herself to her desire.

"I can't, we cannot be" she looked down on the flowers in her hands, avoiding his confused eyes.

"Why? I don't understand." Garfield was puzzled, after she returned his kiss with the same intense passion as he did, why her words would say otherwise.

"You don't understand, I cannot do this, I can't do this to you, not you." She said shaking her head.

"I know what you are Rachel, maybe not exactly, but I know enough" he tilted her chin up so he could stare at her eyes. "I'm old enough to notice how you haven't aged a single day since you first took me in, I don't know how, and I don't care. You shouldn't hold back. You found me alone so I could spend the rest of my life with you, however long it will be"

Rachel wept, and wept while Garfield just held her, she tried to hold everything in, and she fronted him with coldness and aloofness until now. But now, right now she could just let herself cry out her frustrations because he was here, she could feel his warmth embracing her, he was real.

Garfield just held her and let her release her sorrow, he knew about her, she wasn't a normal human being, she might not be one at all, but right now, she's being most human since he met her and for that he is thankful.

He stayed there, he wants to be there for her he owed her that. To show my gratitude, respect and admiration Garfield thought.

45 years ago

Rachel placed a stack of books on the table. Garfield just looked at her intently waiting what she would do with the book. She gave one to him and sat across from him on the table.

"You must learn how to read and write, boy" she said grabbing a book for herself to read.

"I don't know how" Garfield said ashamed.

Rachel looked at him avoiding her gaze, she stood up and sat beside him. She opened the book in front of Garfield and gestured him to hold it.

"I'll teach you, listen well." she demanded. She taught him patiently. She corrected him on his pronunciations and explained to him words he didn't knew. They spent the whole afternoon reading.

When he could finally read coherent sentences with minimal mispronunciations and complete comprehension of the words, she let him be while she prepares supper.

She listened to him read aloud while she busies herself in the kitchen, occasionally correcting him when he would have struggles pronouncing words.

"Now try to write sentences" she said handing him a clean paper and a pen.

"How?" he asked looking at the blank paper in front of him.

"Write down what you'd normally say in a conversation." She went back to her cooking. "It will help improve your spelling"

Garfield started jotting down words on the paper, words he knew the spelling of and words he didn't but used in conversations. It was surprisingly exciting. He started doodling after his vocabulary limited him to write any further. He was just a child after all, they don't use complicated words and engage in critical conversations.

So he drew and drew. He drew their little house, he drew tiny flowers, he drew himself, and he drew her.

By the time Rachel served him his supper she asked to see what he has written on the paper. He hands her the paper beaming.

She read through the incoherent and some indecipherable sentences, after the random ramblings of a child she spotted the drawing at the bottom right of the page. She looked at the boy who was completely occupied by his food and smiled warmly.

"You need to learn to read and write, boy, and to grow up wise and strong"

She kept the drawing among her few belongings that she regards significant.

20 years ago

"Do you know what day it is?" Garfield asked stroking her arm whilst they lay in bed.

He was now a couple of years older than her, physically at least. But they both knew just how much greater her age was and it didn't matter.

"It marks the day when you first found me, 25 years ago" he said kissing her shoulder.

The room was only illuminated by the hazy moonlight coming in by the window on the other side of their room, parallel to their bed. She peered at the bunch of forget-me-nots placed in a vase by the window. Its blue hue almost looked like glowing under the moonlight. She wondered when he had put them there.

Rachel turned to face him and looked deeply into his eyes. He may be bigger, he may be stronger, he may be wiser, but when she looks into those eyes she could still see the boy she found alone weeping in the woods a long time ago. That day was the day she knew she would start living. Not just perpetually existing. But living. Living for someone.

Garfield traced her face with his thumb and ran his fingers through her inky black her. She didn't need any words further, she didn't want to have any more words.

Rachel gently placed a chaste kiss on his lips. It left much to the imagination but it was pure and it held so much for the both of them. Garfield kissed her back, this time with passion, this time with much need and oh did she gave him his need. He felt her giving in to his touch, she wanted this too.

They shifted their position without breaking away from each other and Garfield prompted his weight on his arms while still intensely kissing Rachel under him. It felt so natural, their tongues finding their way to each other. It felt so surreal how well they knew each other.

After breaking away for a breath, Garfield removed his shirt, and so did Rachel. He traced kisses down her neck before capturing her lips once more. Oh how much they both wanted this and now it's finally here and all they have to do is grasp it.

"I want to love you" he whispered breathlessly in her ear.

"Then love me" she said clinging to him feeling the warmth of his body so closely pressed to her.

To show my gratitude, respect, admiration and love he thought as Rachel held on tightly and he made love to her.

Present

"Do you know what day it is?" She asked.

She pulled out a bunch of forget-me-nots from her cloak and takes a sit down on the lush green grass.

"It marks the day when I first found you, 45 years ago" she reminisced at the now very distant memory.

Rachel placed the flowers down beside the gravestone that was engraved with Garfield's name on it. She ran her fingers through the etched name and willed herself to smile.

"I hope you find your family there" her voice broke. She forced a smile on when her eyes betrayed the tears.

The wind blew gently and carried fragments of dried leaves with it. She looked up the sky and closed her eyes. He was now free. But she didn't feel lonely she knew that death does not symbolize the ending, as much as she wants to grab a hold of it and let death take her. She knew she is destined to walk this earth grieving. That was her curse. But she is never truly alone. She knows she'll always have his heart with her. Because love conquers death. He is always with her in spirit and she feels this.

She stood up and looked down on his grave once more before walking away.

She held her hand on her chest. She knew she would never forget him, however long her life would last.

To show my gratitude, respect, admiration, love and longing she thought as she walked further and further away from his grave site.

"Till we meet again"