There were few activities that Raven and Beast Boy both enjoyed. Raven's enjoyment tended toward books and quiet. She watched very little television, and what she did watch always involved plots too complicated for the titans to bother trying to keep up with. Beast Boy enjoyed videogames and noise. He also watched a lot of television, and though he appreciated good writing on a show, he was usually captivated by special effects and frequent, very badass, bouts of violence and sex. One show that somehow encompassed both their interests was Game of Thrones.
Beast Boy had discovered the show first and started watching it one night in the ops center while most of his friends were out. Raven had been there, but she'd had no interest in watching anything with him, preferring her book. She'd complained at first about his watching TV while she was trying to read, but by the beginning of the second episode, both of them were enthralled. From then on, they watched every episode together.
A few nights later, when they were in the middle the ninth episode, Cyborg found them. Definitely not used to seeing them together like that, especially since it looked like they'd been sitting with one another for a while without bloodshed, Cyborg had to ask,
"What are ya'll watching?"
"Game of Thrones." they intoned at the same time.
Okay. That was creepy. Worried that there was some hypnosis shit or something going on, he asked another question.
"What's it about?"
"It's a complex medieval drama full of subplots and political intrigue that deals with themes like honor, incest, and the hypocrisy of the ruling class." Raven replied without looking away from the screen.
Okay. Cyborg could admit that that sounded like something Raven would be into. Why was Beast Boy watching it with her? He raised a brow in silent question when the changeling looked up at him.
"Dude, there is blood, gore, a lotta naked girls, and a sassy dwarf who gets astronomical amounts of pussy."
And that definitely sounded like something BB would watch. Hell, it sounded like something he'd watch. He turned his attention to the TV to see if anything interesting was happening. There was a group of men onscreen. One of them was most likely the dwarf character BB had mentioned. It was Peter Dinklage, so that was a plus. The men were talking:
"When the battle commences, you and your wildlings will be in the vanguard." an older man said.
"The vanguard?" asked Peter Dinklage.
"Mm-hmm."
"Me and the tribesmen on the front lines?"
"They do seem rather ferocious."
"Ferocious? Last night a Moon Brother stabbed a Stone Crow over a sausage."
"I'm sold." Cyborg announced. He flopped onto the couch on Beast Boy's other side, not noticing the glare Raven sent in his direction. "Catch me up, Green Bean."
"Nah, dude." Beast Boy replied, still looking at the screen. "Too much to tell. You can watch it yourself later."
Together, they watched Game of Thrones. Cyborg noticed that he was the only one making sarcastic comments, which was unusual when he and Beast Boy were watching a show. His best friend responded to what he said well enough, but it seemed like Beast Boy would have preferred it if he didn't say anything. Raven definitely would have preferred it, if her stony silence was anything to go by, so he shut up after a couple of minutes. The only thing that got a rise out of either of them was when, towards the end, some douchey looking blonde kid ordered a dude's head cut off. Beast Boy swore loudly and turned into a monkey so he could flip off this "Joffrey" character with both his fingers and toes. Raven simply stared, slack-jawed, at the screen. After the beheading, the screen faded to black.
"Dude!" Beast Boy yelled, morphing back into a human. "That is just wrong! I mean I knew Joffrey was a shit, but can you believe that?!" To Cyborg's surprise, he looked at Raven when he said this.
"It looked like they were building up to it, but I didn't believe they'd actually do it. Ned was a point of view character! Point of view characters are never killed off, not even in books." Raven replied, with an eagerness that surprised Cyborg. This must be some show, if it was making two people as different as Beast Boy and Raven talk about it like a pair of fangirls.
"Yeah, it was pretty cool." Cyborg said, interrupting them. "So we gonna watch the next episode?"
Beast Boy and Raven looked at each other and seemed to reach some kind of silent agreement. That was kind of unnerving, because usually he was the only one BB did that with.
"Nah," Beast Boy said. "Game of Thrones is one of those shows where you have to take a break every couple of episodes and let it all sink in."
"But, what about what happens next?" Cyborg demanded. "I wanna see more of that Tyrion guy!"
Beast Boy grinned at that. "You liked him, huh? He's my favorite. Rae's, too." He gave the empath a gentle nudge, which earned him a mild glare in return.
"I have never seen you two agree like this." Cyborg commented.
"What? Anybody would agree that Tyrion's awesome." BB said.
"He is the only person who's both decent and politically savvy enough to survive on this show." Raven added.
"Dude is my new role model. From now on, I will go through my life asking WWTLD? What Would Tyrion Lannister Do?"
"That'll go great." was Raven's sarcastic reply.
"What?" BB asked, offended. "I can totally be like Tyrion!" He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Wanna be Shae?"
Cyborg's jaw dropped. Was BB flirting? Was that what was happening right now? Grass Stain was so dead. Cyborg was even more surprised when Raven just raised a brow at Beast Boy before saying,
"Please, if anyone is like Tyrion, it's me. You can be Shae."
Raven was flirting back! And she brought it too. How else could Cyborg describe her saying she's like a dude who practically introduced himself himself by telling a girl that he wanted her to "fuck him like it's his last night in this world"? Just...damn.
Beast Boy seemed to miss the point though.
"I would totally be Tyrion." he insisted.
"Sure," Raven, replied, rolling her eyes. She stood up. "I'm going to bed. Do not watch the next episode without me." She gave Beast Boy a warning glare that had him shrinking into his seat.
"I won't," he said meekly. "'Night, Rae."
Cyborg noticed that she didn't correct the shortening of her name. She just made a noncommittal sound and walked out. That was new too, he realized.
"I'ma head to bed too. Maybe you could marathon the first eight episodes, so you can watch the new one with us tomorrow?" Beast Boy suggested.
"Alright," Cyborg said with a shrug. "It looks cool. I'll do that. 'Night, B."
"'Night, Cy." With that, he left the room.
Beast Boy was in a tent. The first thing he noticed was that his outfit was one he'd never worn or seen before. It was all loose and flow-y, and it looked like it would drop off him with just a touch. He felt really exposed.
The next thing he noticed was that, for some reason, Jinx was standing by the entrance to the tent, looking bored. Even weirder, she was wearing chain mail, and she had a sword strapped to her belt. Before he could ask what was going on, the tent flap opened, and Raven came in, looking annoyed.
Her outfit was weird too. She was wearing what looked like an oversized shirt with a lot of fancy designs sewn into it, leggings and boots. Without talking to anyone, she went over to a table and poured herself a goblet of wine, something very out of character for her. After a few swallows, she looked first at him and then at Jinx.
"Where did you find one so pretty at this hour?"
Beast Boy's eyes went wide. Pretty? Him?
"I took him." Jinx replied.
"Took him? From whom?" Raven asked.
"From, uh Lady—what's her name? I don't know. Blonde bitch three tents down."
"And she didn't have anything to say about it?"
"She said something." Jinx snickered.
"Well, the odds of me living long enough for her to retaliate just dropped drastically."Raven said dismissively. "We'll be at the vanguard tomorrow."
"Oh. Well. I better find myself one." Jinx said thoughtfully, giving him a quick glance. With that idea in mind, she walked out.
Raven turned her attention back to Beast Boy."Who are you?"
"Who would you like me to be?" he teased, surprising himself.
"What did your mother call you?
"Gar. What did your mother call you?" How did he sound like this? He'd never thought of being flirty with Raven. Right now though, it felt natural.
"My mother died giving birth to me."
Wow, downer, he thought.
"Is that why I'm here?" he asked out loud. "So we can talk about our mothers?"
"What sort of accent is that?" she asked, ignoring his question. She took another sip of her wine.
"Foreign." he replied stiffly. He wondered why he sounded so annoyed.
"For—"
"What do you want from me?" he interrupted, surprising himself again. He was being kinda rude. It was weird.
"What do I want from you?" Raven asked thoughtfully. She moved away from the table and sat down, making a show of crossing her legs. He couldn't help but stare at them. God help him, she had great legs.
He watched her lean back in her chair, throwing one arm across the back of it. With her sitting like that, his eyes were drawn to her upthrust breasts. He couldn't help looking back and forth between them and her killer legs. Part of him was mortified to be ogling her like that—his loose pants definitely weren't good for hiding any reaction he'd have—but another part of him was assessing her. He couldn't help but notice that this wasn't how Raven normally moved or sat. It surprised him that he knew enough about her usual mannerisms to tell that these were off. This Raven's movements were all languid and confident. They made him think of a lioness stalking prey.
His attention snapped back to her words when he realized she was speaking again.
"I want you to share my tent. I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they're sore after a day's ride. I want you to take no other woman to bed for as long as we're together."
She leaned forward and gave him a long look that also made him of a lioness. One whose prey had just been cornered. Then she told him the last thing she wanted from him.
"And I want you to fuck me like it's my last night in this world—which it may well be."
Hearing the "fuck" come from her lips, in that throaty, raspy voice of hers made his prick jump to full attention, loose clothes be damned.
"And what do I get?" he asked aloud. Like having sex with her isn't enough?! he screamed in his head.
"Safety. No one will hurt you for as long as you're mine." She leaned back in her chair again and took another sip of wine."The pleasure of my company, which I have heard is spectacular."
"Who told you this? Men you paid?" he asked, and inside, he cringed.
"And three," she said, ignoring his rudeness."More gold than you can spend if you lived a thousand years. Do you accept my proposal?"
He felt his mouth slowly curl into a sly smile. He lifted his hands to his shoulders and pushed at the cloth, making his overlarge shirt slide down to the floor. All he wore now was a pair of loose pants that did nothing to hide how he really felt about her 'proposal.' He walked to her and braced himself by gripping the arms of her chair. He leaned forward so his mouth was less than an inch from hers.
"Let's start with your last night in this world." he breathed, and then his lips closed over hers.
Beast Boy opened his eyes wide and then blinked a few times. It took him a little bit to figure out he wasn't still dreaming. After a minute, he took a beep breath and then let it out slowly.
That was...interesting, he thought. Apparently, his brain wasn't the only part of him to think so. He lifted up his blanket and looked down.
"Good morning to you, too."
Later, Cyborg was cooking breakfast. Raven sat at the counter, reading a book. Just as he was finishing up the batch of pancakes he was working on, Beast Boy came in the kitchen, looking a little flushed.
"Hey, Raven?" he asked.
She looked up.
"I've changed my mind. You're definitely Tyrion."
And Cyborg was pretty damn sure BB was definitely Shae.
Showing my GoT love. :) I know Tyrion and Shae is a bad relationship to compare with, especially to those of you who know what happened in season 4. I loved their relationship in Season 2 though, and I feel like Tyrion and Raven are pretty similar. Hope you enjoyed it!