Each chapter uses a prompt from an OTP prompt generator and takes place in sequential seasons. Chapters don't reference each other, so they can be read separately, but they're written to be chronological and connected. There will be 8 total chapters. Updates daily.

Prompt: Raven and Beast Boy going to explore an abandoned house on the edge of town.

Spring

"This is dumb, and we should leave."

"Boo, you're no fun," Beast Boy whines, pushing her from behind until they're past the mailbox.

Raven takes a large step away from him, dusting imaginary dirt off her shawl. "I'm okay with that."

"No, you're not." Before she can argue more, he trots up the walkway, pushing through the walls of waist-high grass that's grown around the shattered slate. She glances around before heaving a sigh and following him.

13 Wicker Way has held a special place in Beast Boy's heart for all of three days now. Ever since he overheard a group of schoolkids gossiping about it at the pizza place, he's harassed the entire team nonstop in an effort to get someone to explore it with him. It wasn't until Cyborg answered eventually that "Raven likes creepy things like that, she'll go with you" that Raven found herself caring. Because after that, Beat Boy turned all the begging he'd been giving the entire team onto her alone.

She quickly snapped, and shortly after found herself at 13 Wicker Way.

The front door whines after Beast Boy nudges it, and they both watch it slowly swing open. "Ooh, no going back now," Beast Boy declares dramatically, jostling her arm with his elbow.

Raven rolls her eyes.

Abandoned houses have never raised any particular appeal to her. They're just houses. Dusty, moldy houses with rodents, insects, and hobos. Beast Boy's never been to one, though, or at least he claims so. It's an experience, he says. There's history and mystery to uncover, a real live thriller like your boring books, Rae!

Please.

In reality, 13 Wicker Way is just a dusty, moldy house. With rodents and insects. Thankfully, no hobos. Not that she has a problem with hobos or them finding adequate shelter. She'd just rather not socialize.

Beast Boy's sulking his way back down the stairs after fifteen minutes of what equates to an open house tour when the excitement arrives. The only warning they get is a plaintive creak of wood, and then Beast Boy disappears. Raven blinks, staring at the hole he's left in the stairs. When she leans forward, she finds him splayed on the ground beneath the staircase. A soft groan drifts up through the hole, letting her know he's survived.

That's good. The others would probably blame her if something happened to him.

"Raven," he wheezes, "I think I'm dying."

Rolling her eyes for the sixteenth time today, she floats down until she's standing at his side. "You fell a grand total of four feet. If you're dying, you're more of a wimp than I thought you were." Still… she nudges his arm with the toe of her boot. "Are you hurt?"

Beast Boy grumbles before rolling over onto his back. He stares up at her. She stares down at him. He lifts one arm, then the other, then does the same with his legs. "Don't think I am."

"Good." She holds out both her hands, tugging him up when he takes them with his own hands. It takes a considerable amount of effort, since he's not helping at all and just lets her struggle with the entirety of his weight.

They're both taller than the stairs where he fell through, so they're inches apart in the hole once she's pulled him up. They find themselves staring again, until something runs over Beast Boy's shoe and he squeals, pulling himself through the hole in the stairs and scrambling down the last half of the steps. "C'mon Rae, let's get out of here. This house sucks."

"I could have told you that," she grumbles, levitating out of the hole to meet him at the door. "In fact, I did. I told you that."

"Nuh-uh, you said it was dumb."

"Semantics, Beast Boy."

He hums, pulling the door shut three times until the latch finally catches. "Whatever. I'm glad we came and solved the mystery of 13 Wicker Way."

One of Raven's eyebrows crawls up her forehead. "What mystery?"

"The reason the owners abandoned it. Obviously it has to do with the functionality of the house's structural components."

Raven doesn't answer at first, not sure if she should be impressed by the amount of syllables he's just crammed into a sentence or if she should focus instead on the stupidity of the sentence itself. "That's… not it."

"Oh? Then what is it, smarty pants?"

"Probably just a foreclosure. Nothing was damaged until you got here."

Beast Boy crossed his arms. "Are you blaming me for the abandonment of this house?"

"What?"

"You just said I'm the reason the house is broken, and it's abandoned because it's broken. So, according to you, I'm the cause of its abandonment."

Raven's nose wrinkles as she processes that, staring at the weeds in front of them. "That's not at all what I said. That doesn't even make any sense."

"Exactly what I'm saying. How could I possibly be the cause of a house being abandoned a whole decade ago?"

"You can't, I didn't say you were," she presses, eyebrows drawing together as her agitation rises. "No one said the house was abandoned because you broke it."

Beast Boy shakes his head slowly. "You did. Just now."

About ready to smack him, Raven turns on him. She stops short at the grin on his face, realizing she's been had. "I can't stand you."

He cackles, jumping off the low porch and skipping through the grass until he's reached the street. "You're too easy."

"See if I ever come on one of your stupid adventures again," she mutters, plucking through the overgrown path to meet him at the street.

"Oh, you will," he asserts with an annoying amount of confidence.

"What makes you so sure of that?"

He grins, something about the expression making her uneasy. "I just told you," he starts, sounding infinitely pleased with himself. "You're too easy."

She mulls on that on the way back home, and all night until she's about to fall asleep. There's no way he can possibly plan to annoy her into agreeing to something she doesn't want to do. That's the dumbest thing she's ever heard. The best he can do is annoy her into sending him on his own adventure in another dimension. Until, just as she's drifting off, she sits up in bed with the realization that him annoying her is exactly what landed her at 13 Wicker Way.