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Story 1 : a year in the life of Raven : Teen Titans

An Opening

This is so old and clearly, I'm on another WallyRae kick. Here is part one. The OG ask is from our lovely @ravenfan1242 AND she made some art!

In a dimly lit room there was a window facing the street, out from it were orange traffic cones cordoned off the shoulder of the road. Men in fluorescent vests stood in elevated cherry pickers, uncoiling string lights from the clingy branches of the trees lining the street. The last vestiges of holiday magic were being striped away. The Christmas trees lay abandoned on sidewalks awaiting their pick up later this week. Every last trace of merriment was cleared out, taken down, brought up to attics, or buried back in cupboards where they would remain until the end of the year.

So this was it. The holiday season was completely, one hundred percent, officially over. It was all so fleeting.

The cycle stopped only to spin again.

Everyone had long since returned from their vacations. All automatic replies were turned back off. Normalcy and schedules resumed. Relaxed attitudes were abandoned, while deadlines pressed in. It was as though the universe was screaming to its inhabitants: get over it. To all but one, who had yet to return to the office. And she would… Eventually.

Raven just needed a distraction. Though, there wasn’t much of anything special to look forward to for a while since Valentine's day had come and gone. Raven had spent it the way she always did, with her favorite trio of reliable companions. She could count on them because they always got the job done. She personally referred to them as the unholy trifecta: takeout, toys, television.

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An Opening

@ravenfan1242 I had been meaning to write your WallyRae - this is finally done! I never wrote an AU like this or for Kid Flash/Raven. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the lovely Valentine’s Day WallyRae fanart!!!

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A disembodied arm sprang open an office, and stole the living wits straight out of the occupant, who until that moment, was lunching alone. A plastic spoon hovering within range of an agape mouth. “I thought I smelled something delicious.” Her shocked cobalt blue examined the intruder who then asked, “what’s on the gourmet today?”

“Um…soup.” Raven said to the bowl tightly. “Just soup.”

“I like soup.” The redhead remarked, holding the door frame above and angling his body towards the desk. “Did you make it?”

Sprinkles slid off the spoonful steadily. “Microwaved it.”

“Close enough, right?” He grinned. The kindness of his blue-green eyes shone even in the sparsely lit room, its single window covered in slats.

“Right…” She mumbled. A limp noodle nose-dived off the cutlery and plopped back into the lukewarm pool. “Cooking adjacent.” Which was as close to the act as Raven was willing to stand.

A wide breadth was generally best.

“Exactly what I always say.” He agreed. “Although… it certainly smells homemade, Raven.” Why was she blushing? Why was his mention of her viscous broth - located somewhere on the borderline between piss and dishwater - making her forget how to think straight? The lull was disturbed when freckled fingers rapped on her door in a rapid staccato. “I’ll see you later?”

She nodded weakly. “Later.” With that, he went whistling on his way.

With bright smiles and even brighter hair, Wally was unreal. Whether he stopped by her office unexpectedly, saw her in the kitchen, or spotted her in passing, he had this tendency or - compulsion - to talk to her. Even if it meant he had to race over to her and abandon someone mid-sentence, he would find his way to her side. Though he only started weeks ago, he had a presence that elicited eagerness, instead of her general indifference.

The day they met, something strange happened - she forgot to bring in her thermos of tea to work. She stopped in the kitchen on each floor, before she went up a total of five flights - to the sole coffee machine in operation. The machine beeped scarlet - angry accusations; it demanded to be cleaned before servicing anyone else. A not-so-office-friendly phrase threatened to slide from her lips at the sight of a hand swiping the final steaming cup of liquid - the proverbial straw.

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A year in the life of Raven

Chapter 1: where we are now

nine months after

“How is she doing? Honestly” Kori asked. She was worried about Raven, and being no stranger to loss she wanted to be there for her. There are different kinds of loss, Kori appreciated that. Having herself lost her family, her line in succession to rule her home world and all her worldly possessions which included riches beyond measure all priceless, irreplaceable and sentimental.

“you’re asking me, you spend as much time with her as I do.” Cyborg aka Victor stone replied. Victor was incredibly reluctant to talk about the most reclusive and secretive Titan. Yeah he was worried about Raven. And of course Kori was no gossip. In fact she sorta saw Raven as a sister just like he did.

“I need her” Damian cut in, clearing his throat, he corrected himself “we need her and we can’t have her going rogue or emotionally compromised. We all need to know where her head is. She is part of the team and her well-being, as well as her ability to perform during missions is everyone’s business.” Damian could be a little blunt, but he cared about Rae as well. Damian may sound self-serving, and usually, one would be correct in assuming it was so. Right now though, the question was coming from a place of concern and love as much as from the practical and prudent aspect of the mission.

“No one can snap back that fast, it’s only been a couple of months. Any trauma would percolate. even though she seems fine most of the time it’s bound to pop up at the most opportune and inopportune times.” Donna added defender of Raven and proud owner of psychology textbooks. Her collection was impressive considering it was only three months old. It started when they all realised something was wrong with Raven and continued to go more specialised in direct correlation with Raven’s diagnoses.

Okay this was getting out of hand it seems like a lot was being said but there were omissions. “Are you telling us that you are not helping her look into the incident.” Damian all but accused.

Cyborg has had just about enough, “I thought you’re asking me how Rae’s doing and if she is mission ready. i’m not going to tell you what she does in her free time.”

“Yeah Ok. we’re not a bunch of dudes on a stoop playing checkers gossiping and this isn’t some quilting circle, but the concern is real. Rae’s powers are tied to her emotions. She is meditating way more than usual. and just as recently as last night her nightmare gave us all ....” Garfield trailed off. No one here was a stranger to nightmares and regrets.

“Alright I get it, as one can imagine she is curious as to what went down.” Victor Volunteered reasonably.

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hi, please check out my first story a damirae slow burn, Raven centric