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aches and cravings

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

Fake relationship missions are fine and all… until Raven has to pretend to date the literal love of her life. But they're friends, so she knows they can get through this. Her secret doesn't have to fall from her lips… but it might fall anyway.

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Oopsies sorry for the late chapters. Chapter seven and chapter eight of A Reign of Shadows are up! Sorry for this kinda shitty lore sheet too. I'm really digging my own grave for how difficult these can be lololol but it's fine it's totally fine

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Beyond the Veil Chapter 24

At the Edge of the World

I’m jolted awake as the bus comes to a rough stop, my breath catching in a sharp gasp, as though my body desperately requires it.

“You still with us?” Tara asks as I rub my hand over my face, my fingers brushing against the edge of my head covering—a stark reminder of the reality I’ve reentered.

“Yeah, just a bad dream,” I murmur, swiping my hand across my cheek.

She watches me for a moment, as if she wants to press further, but doesn’t. “Well, from what I’m told, this is the last bit of civilization we’ll see for a while, so I’d take the chance to pee while you still can.”

I peer out the window, seeing the fringes of wilderness and a small town set against it. “Where are we?”

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Raven (NEW EARTH) & Damian Wayne (BEYOND BATMAN)

I tried to decide on a gray color😅😅😅😅😅

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Beyond the Veil Part 2 Is UP! 👈

Prologue: Somewhere Else 

In the darkness, I stumble, my hands and body slick with blood, its warmth fading against my skin. I see nothing, but I have to get away — I have to escape this place.

I can hear Him — feel Him — scratching at my resolve, clawing to get out. The hum of His sinister laughter rises behind me, the cruel heat of His foul breath ghosting against my neck.

"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FATE, MY DAUGHTER — NEITHER CAN THE BOY."

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How Raven Met the New Robin

Chapter 3 Magical Girls R 4Ever 👈

Damian looked back at Raven, a darkening fear in his eyes—not entirely sure what she was about to reveal. As uncertainty and the weight of a foregone conclusion began to clash against his better judgment, he finally understood how “What happened in Japan” spiraled out of control.

Luckily for him (or so he thought), Raven wasn’t withholding that sort of information. Not anymore.

But before we go tumbling down that rabbit hole--it’s better in doses, I promise--we should probably circle back to the night they met. Officially. 

Remember how I said Raven met the new Robin in an impromptu fashion? That no one—except maybe people who really knew Damian Wayne—could’ve predicted?

Yeah. That’s kinda important.

Click the link to read more 👈

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65997280/chapters/170047174

This is a very sweet story!

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Dark Justice League: Apokolips War

i'm here to share with you an edit that my little sister did about Apokolips War bc she uploaded it on one of her tiktok accounts and got no recognition at all and to my taste it's EPIC and you need to watch it

(turn on the sound for more pleasure)

credits on tiktok: @ liawzzc

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Guys, look at what I found browsing Medium!🥺 Another article written by Damirae❤️. Our love birds are still gaining momentum☺️😍. You can read the full article by clicking the link below:

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Scars in the Flames

On AO3 Trigon has conquered Earth. Raven is supposed to have died after she was tricked by her brothers and used as a portal to bring Trigon into this plane of existence. Unbeknownst to them, she has survived and is the leader of the Resistance against Trigon. Damian, after witnessing his father’s death and having been killed himself, is resurrected into the League of Assassins. They are the last bastion of neutrality, and are trying to decide if they should side with the Resistance or with Trigon. Damian is tasked to play both sides and learn where the League of Assassins’ strength belongs. When he takes part in a mission to save a Resistance member from one of Trigon’s sons, he learns two very important things: Raven is stronger than she lets on, and she just may have what it takes to save the world. He just hopes he can save his heart too.

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Alluring Red Eyes

The manor was well lit and kept warm even during this horrid Gotham winter. Various fireplaces , the best money could buy, were scattered around the building. The kind housekeeper , singular housekeeper at that, kept them consistently burning along with various candles, lanterns and the like.

It was easy to navigate even with its abnormally large size. All but the west wing to be exact.

The west wing was dark and shadowy. No lit candles ,no semblance of warmth. It had seemed empty at a glance. An abandoned section of the extravagantly large Wayne manor. But of course she could see past that. She could see , no ,feel the presence that emanated from the dark area.

“Raven,” it was her host, Timothy Drake, one of Bruce Wayne's wards. “I'm telling you for your own good. Let it go. Yes there is something there. No it's not going to hurt us. Yes we have the issue under control. But still, it poses a threat to strangers like you.”

She nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was overstep her boundaries. She had only been invited on the pretense that she would examine a sickly Lord Richard Grayson, another ward. In reality she was here to release a curse placed upon him by one of the group's many, many enemies.

It would be rude to snoop. Truly it would look bad upon her and her craft and azar knows Bruce Wayne already had a disdain for her type of craft.

She nodded and followed Timothy to the infirmary. Still the cold and dark feeling followed her like the very shadow her body created on a sunny day.

....

Later after breaking the curse on Richard and subsequently healing him , Raven found herself needing a calming round of meditation.

The room she had been assigned was large, larger than her current home of she was being honest.

And while the decor suited her tastes by being simple and a little gothic ,it was the vastness of the room that made her uneasy. She could not find a good enough flow for her meditation.

Deciding that she needed a new setting ,Raven made her way to the garden.

With it being a cold winter's night , the garden was a bit lifeless. Only a blanket of snow was present but because of the brickwork and outdoor fixtures, there was a unique and stylish place for her that made her feel calm.

She sat in a lotus pose on a bench, her body floating, no part of her touching the cold rock. With a serene headspace,she began her mantra.

Still, the unease inhibited any sense of zen she could muster.

She left out a cold breath and looked around.

The Wayne manor was all she could see. Windows, doors, a terrace or two. All dark and covered for the night, anh occupants either sleeping or patrolling the city leaving the room empty.

All except one.

It was a room located in the west wing. While it was also dark the light of the moon still made the person's silhouette visible.

It was a man. Not Timothy, not Lord Richard, not Lord Wayne. The physique was built strong and close to the master of the house however.

She looked at him. Then he looked at her and a shiver ran through her body.

Red.

Blood red eyes were now staring at her, into her. She was the empath but now she felt like she was being read like an open book.

Not liking the feeling she quickly stood up and made her way back inside. Her robe nearly billowing in the cold air reminded her that all she wore was the robe and a night dress she had packed. Now feeling naked she rushed to get inside.

With a quick disrobing and hair braiding, she plopped into the feather mattress bed.

As simple as the manor was, everything was still so luxurious. They didn't spare any comfort, even in the guest rooms. Silk bedding, African blackwood furniture, an ensuite tub. All things necessary and unnecessary for a good night's rest .

Still sleep evaded her.

She closed her eyes and tried to listen to the sound of the wind. But in the darkness of an attempted slumber red eyes popped open, staring at her.

She shot out of her bed , her body now lightly moistened by a layer of sweat. Her hair had called from its braid so she sat in the ornate vanity mirror to fix it.

She looked at her reflection and nearly jumped from her seat. It wasn't that she looked a mess even though she did, no it was the distorted image that stared back at her that shocked her.

There was a reason why red eyes made her nervous.

Staring back at her was her but that part of her she tried so desperately to hide.

Four red eyes, pale skin that was nearly white, red hair the color of the devil and sharpened teeth like a demon. Not like a demon, a demon. Her demon.

Her.

She hated that part of her heritage. The unforgiving monster that didn't just reside in her, it was her.

“You know you want to,” she said, her voice as distorted as the image. “It's calling out.”

Raven stood up quickly and nearly ran out the door. She wasn't going to it however..no she just needed to take a walk and get out of that room.

She strolled through the hallways blindly, her head in the clouds.

Nothing was calling to her. Whatever was hiding in the shadows was not her problem.

She found herself stopping at a hallway entrance. That hallway.

Dark and eerie, cold but not empty.

She took a step back, needing to get away but before she could even finish putting her foot on the ground, a shadowy tendril shot out and dragged forward.

She didn't want to scream , she didn't want to worry Timothy. She used her power to try and escape but she was only dragged further into the dark abyss of a hallway. She tried to grab for anything , her hand managed to grab what felt like a door frame which she was sure she scratched as she was dragged in.

After more struggle she was finally released.

Using her magic she lit up the room, a purple sheen Illuminating her way. She recognized it as the room where the silhouette had been.

“Boo.”

It was a smooth, masculine voice. One that made her nearly fly to the ceiling and blast with her magic.

She was about to die. This monster was before her now, tempting her to who knew what. And yet it didn't strike, it didn't move, all it did was cock its brow at her, like it was confused.

“It's unbecoming of a guest to wander about a restricted area of the home that was so graciously opened to her.”

She felt her body relax.

The monster wasn't a monster at all but a man. Or perhaps a monster in a man's skin.

He was tall and looked a lot like the master of the house Lord Wayne only his skin was more of a brown , perhaps middle eastern or South Asian. His eyes were green but had more of an east Asian shape to them. No red eyes.

He was extremely handsome.

She wondered if he was a doppelganger of Lord Wayne. One similar to Connor who was a strange Frankensteined creation. The man didn't feel like that however. She could sense the magic and science that was used to create Connor. This man seemed more natural but also tainted.

Tainted by something sinister.

“What are you?* She asked him, her voice not as stern as she would have hoped.

He clicked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“Who I am is Damian Wayne,” he said matter of factly. “What I am wondering is why you disregarded specific instructions to avoid this corner of the manor? Not very ladylike if you ask me.”

Raven could feel his arrogance even without her empathic abilities and suddenly she felt flustered.

“Excuse me,” she stuttered. “You're the one who dragged me here with...”

“Stop right there,” the man said, taking a step forward, causing her to take a step back. “I did not call you over here at all. I've been watching you, yes, what man wouldn't let his gaze fall upon a woman like you especially in such a sheer robe. But let's get this straight witch, all of those creepy little tendrils were your doing . Not mine. But I understand it, I am alluring, aren't I?”

Raven felt her face flush, a creeping heat upon her cheeks that felt like she'd just walked into a bakers kitchen.

He was right. This had not been the first time she had manifested something with her abilities. She wanted to see the man she thought was a monster.

“You had red eyes,” she argued. “You aren't human so tell me.”

He smirked, blinked and when he opened his eyes they were as red as blood.

....

To be continued...

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Chapter five of A Reign of Shadows is out which you can read here ft. my fave sassy demon Cassia and the appointed babysitter Finn