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Looking for a story where it is about Dark Raven and Dark Jason Todd??
Looking for a Fanfiction where John Constantine is Ravens dad and where John is with Zed than Jason Todd and Raven are in a relationship also where Zatanna is adopted into the family has a big sister?? 🤔🤔🤷♀️🤷♀️
Thank you 🤩😍
Question,
Looking for a Fanfiction,
Where Robin is under Slade again and the only titan looking for him is Raven, plus Robin is a villain 🤔🤔🤷♀️🤷♀️
I can't help myself! I fell in love with this interpretation of Raven, a.k.a. Khalb Al Ghul
Raven as Khalb al Ghul. Yes, it's a canon for me now. Thank you ViLaVi for this!
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I love this!
Looking for a JayRae fanfiction about AU Raven and Jason are Dating but where Trigon is a loving father and also a mob boss I think, where raven decides its time for lunch/dinner where her father meets Jason and Jason's family 🤔🥰🤔🥰🤔🥰🤔🥰
I had low blood sugar yesterday but Thank God I didin’t faint.
hello may I request some Jason and raven at a gala/ball event
Hello,
So, not a true gala, but I just found out the devestating fact the Queen, Nichelle Nicholas, the beautiful, stunning and amazing Lt. Nyota Uhura passed, and I have been through my tumblr about 7 times collecting all my oneshots and AUs and somehow I do not have a Star Trek AU. A travesty to my Trekky self; so I'm fixing that.
Lt. Todd...
Humans are weird, that was her only conclusion; even her own vernacular did not have words to describe the peculiarities of humans, but alas, humans had many words to describe their peculiarities. Azarathians were different from humans, and she was continuously surprised. Particularly by the human need to nickname everyone and everything all the time; for example, her name Lieutenant Raven Rachel Roth, her aliases were: little bird, love, sunshine, sweetheart, love, and Rae. The infuriating Rae, which she could never get her fellow Lieutenant to cease calling her. She wanted to be furious by it, but he had never ceased since their time in the Academy.
Lieutenant Jason Peter Todd, xenolinguist, prized member of the bridge upon USS Enterprise, her infuriating rival and persistent human of nicknames and odd human vernacular.
If it were not for the fact she was Azarathian she would’ve throttled the human, but alas, she could not throttle the human. No, that would be very bad. She wanted to, but it would be bad, and not the proper Azarathian thing to do. So she refrained, even now as she stood amongst all these humans, watching as he flittered about, at least he was not as persistently sociable as the other humans he was related to. His brothers were rather intolerable at times, especially the eldest who was a strain on Raven’s nerves. Thankfully, Lt. Todd’s siblings were not commissioned to the USS Enterprise, if they were, she truly might go mad.
She stiffened when she saw Garfield Logan making his way towards her, he was a human actor, and important to the American Hollywood, and she did not like him. Looking around frantically for a more suitable human to converse with to evade the socialite, she saw Lt. Todd, and scurried over to him. For as irritating as Lt. Todd was, he could be respectful, and was not handsy with her.
“Little bird?” Lt. Todd saw her approaching him, and she grimaced.
“I do not like it when you call me little bird, for I am not the strange feathered creature you claim I am named for,” she informed him crisply.
“Naturally, what brings you over here, Rae?”
“I do not like being called Rae.”
“Work with me here, sunshine.”
“Very well, humans are tactile, and I am Azarathian,” she reminded him. “There is a particularly ‘handsy’ human who has pursued me every time we dock in California.”
“I see,” he muttered sourly. Azarathians were empaths by nature, and though she learnt to filter and regulate her own emotions and those around her, it was almost unbearable when someone persisted on contact with her. She was an engineer, she did not work with humans who needed to touch her, and touch to most Azarathians was as intimate and precious as human kisses or human sex, it was… very personal and intimate.
“I do not wish to have him near me, and you are tolerable,” she explained.
“Really boosting my ego here, little bird,” he chuckled.
“Your ego is gargantuian Lt. Todd,” she primly stated.
“Sarcasm! Did you…!?” he sputtered in delighted glee.
“Captain Stone persists human sarcasm and dark humor will have me connecting better with my human peers,” she explained.
“I’m so proud!” he laughed. “And yes, Rae, you can hang with me. Completely clothed arm here, so… my grandfather would kill me if I do not offer,” he held out his elbow then. She blinked a few times, but spotted the human women looping their arms with their selected mates, so she hesitated before her hands rested on his arm.
“I… thank you,” she said softly.
“Of course, little bird,” he chuckled.
“I am Lt. Roth,” she reminded him.
“And I’m Jason,” he countered. “We don’t need to have so much formality, sunshine, we are friends.”
“We are?”
“Is that so strange?”
“No, but I had not thought to classify our interactions,” she shrugged as he guided her through the crowd.
“Well, we’re friends, and human bonding tendencies mean we are friends for life,” he dramatically informed her.
“Your species is not monogamous, merely practicing in monogamy,” she quipped.
“Where as Azarathians select partners for life,” Lt. Todd countered. She was stunned. “Don’t look so surprised, little bird, part of xenolinguistics is speaking the languages, the other parts are understanding the cultures and species,” he explained.
“I see… not many humans know that about my species,” she murmured softly.
“I know, I also know you have a second pair of eyes, shape shifting capabilities in skin and hair color, and an uncanny telekinetic ability. Azarath also partakes in magic and sorcery practices, which are very secret and private, and your main deity is Trigon, which is a god of war, but your people are rooted in peace practices, which are highly formal, and almost Buddhist in nature for an analogy to Earth’s understanding,” he informed her.
“You have studied my people,” she said softly.
“Of course, I like studying what interests me,” he quipped. “Also, your people, and your species as a whole is a rather reclusive lot, so I was very curious about you since meeting you.”
“We are not… adventurous,” she said carefully. “As a people who worship a war god, you should be thankful, we were once an empire to rival Tamaran, and were their enemy for many milleniums.”
“Thankfully, you guys like Earth, and agreed to join the Federation,” he mused.
“Tamaran attacked you first, and the enemy of our enemy is our friend, I do believe your people say this,” she mused.
“We do, but admittedly Azarath and Earth are one of the best alliances alive in the Federation,” he cackled.
“Lt. Roth, I thought that was you,” Garfield Logan got near her, she cringed when he reached for her. Lt. Todd moved himself between her and the other human.
“And we were just leaving,” Lt. Todd said as he herded her along. For the first time in all her time knowing the human she was thankful to be in his presence. “I have to show you my literature collection, little bird!”
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So... I'm unsupervised... and you asked for it.
Pitiful Morals...
Raven stood there over Jason’s body, she’d gotten here too late because no one had called her. She trembled as her empathy sought him out, but he wasn’t there, she knew that, she was the granddaughter of Death, she knew Jason was here. Her fingers were shaking violently as she carded her fingers through his curls, they were lifeless. His face was battered, bruised, every mark a reminder of his first death, even the burns, which had her lips quivering. Bending over she brushed her lips over his brow as she felt the tears burning through her eyes. She didn’t notice when they slipped her guard as she rested her brow atop his.
The heat of his body was cooling, his blood wasn’t pumping, his heart wasn’t moving.
Standing, Raven noticed the tears which had fallen on his cheek, which had her cupping his cheek as she wiped them away with her thumbs. She couldn’t make this right, she knew that, but she could put a stop to it.
A hand touched her, and Raven turned to glare with absolute hatred upon the Bats who dared to be here. They had failed Jason, again, she had trusted them to place him first, but they had failed. Again. And again. And they dared to be here, they dared to try to justify their failure, to call his death brave, a worthy sacrifice.
“Rae…” Dick started and she glared at him, feeling his fear, and felt him trembling in fear.
“You picked the Joker, over your brother!” she roared, the lights burst in her anger as she let the shadows darken and start enclosing upon them. “You. Chose. The. Joker!”
“Raven, don’t… don’t do anything you’ll regret!” Dick stammered out.
“The Only Thing I Regret Is Entrusting Who I Valued Most To You!” she sneered. She felt the shadows wrap around her as she pulled herself from the Batcave, to go Arkham.
“Raven, whatever you are planning, do not do it, Hood wouldn’t want it,” Bruce said from the shadows. She saw Bruce there, which had her pulling his emotions to overwhelm him, which had Bruce crippling to the ground
“Jason deserves more than your pitful, useless morals, mortal,” she sneered as she walked past him. Bruce writhed as Raven unlocked all the trauma and agony she could in his mind, breaking his carefully compartmentalized mind, the detective was in agony.
Guards tried to stop her, which had her waving them off, she waved open the gates through Arkham. Prisoners trembled as they scrambled away from her, the lights were breaking, the shadows were plunging the prison into the depths of hell. She walked straight for her prey, who was cackling happily away, singing his victory, gleefully bellowing his success in killing the Red Hood.
She materialized in his cell, startling the monster back. The Joker’s pale face dropped it’s smile as she stood there, she cocked her head.
“So… you’re a new one of Batsy’s brats?” Joker cackled. “I hear there’s an opening.”
“I’m not a Bat,” Raven said softly as she removed her hook, letting her four eyes show.
“Freaky,” he grimaced. “Well if you’re not a Bats, why are you here?”
“You took the only thing that mattered to me,” she rasped slowly. “So I’m going to take the only thing that matters to you.”
“Awe, ickle robby had a itsy, wincy girlfriend!” he coo’d. “What are you going to do to me, babes, I’ll be back!”
“No, no, you won’t, where you’re going, no one comes back from,” she smiled softly. “I’m taking you to my kingdom.”
“Oooo! A royal interested in ‘lil ol’ me!? I’m a Joker not a Jester, there’s a guy in Central City who can fill the Jester role,” he mused.
“No,” she chuckled. “I don’t need a Jester, but I’ll take a play thing, Cerberus needs a new squeaky toy,” she let her demon surface then as she felt her talons lengthening and her armor wrap around her face. Joker now looked scared as he tried to back away from her, she walked towards him, slowly, her body growing, her height shooting up and she dragged her talons along the glass, the eerie nails on chalk board sound screeched with painful echoes through the prison. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked sadistic games of torture! Don’t you want to play!?”
“Wh-what are you!?” he sputtered.
“I’m the Devil’s Granddaughter,” she answered as she tore his body apart, trapping his soul as the blood painted the cell, his screams were music to her ears as they bounced off the cell.
Falling Apart
“HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU FINE!?” he roared angrily at her as she stood there. “I was there Raven, I was there, and I am not fine! So how are you up and walking around, chasing after me and insisting you’re fine, I was fucking there! I saw you falling apart, I saw the agony, I heard you screaming to save him, and I know a lot of shit happened, but how the fuck are you fine! He’s dead!”
“You want to know how I’m fine?” she hissed finally after Dick’s out burst. “I’m fine because I have to be! I have to be fine, I have to keep moving, there’s no one left Richard! No one! There is no one here for me if I fall apart! He was it! He’s all I had and he’s gone, and Goddamn it I want to join him, but I can’t, and I can’t because no one here is fine, and if I confess, for even a moment I’m breaking and crumbling then you’ll leave! You all always fucking leave, so I have to be fine, Richard. I don’t have a fucking choice, he was it. He was all I had.”
“He was my brother!”
“He Was My Everything!” she screamed. “EVERYTHING! He Was Everything To Me!”
“I…”
“He was my everything, Richard, and no one has asked me how am I, really? No one’s come to give me condolences, or thanked me for his service, or just fucking sat with me,” she hissed furiously. “But they give it to you, and Tim, and Damian, and Bruce, and none of you fucking knew him!” she pushed Richard’s chest then, which had him stumbling back. “So I’m fucking fine Richard, because I have to be, because there’s no one left if I fall apart, no one to help me reassemble the pieces, no one who can comprehend what was stolen from me, so I have to be fine! I have to be fine, for him, because he wouldn’t want me to fall apart, wouldn’t want me to quit, or wallow, he’d haunt me and mock me if I did!”
“Raven…” he started.
“I don’t get to break, Richard, I don’t get the privilege to be anything but fine, so you can take your grief, and self pity and go fuck yourself, I’m done, I’m done with all of you.”
“Raven, please don’t go…” Dick reached for her.
“No, I’m done. I am finished, you lost a brother, I lost my person, my lover, my best friend, my confidant, my everything, and you lost a man who was a stranger to you,” she said softly. “I’m done.”
She turned and walked out the door, shutting it gently behind her as she walked away. She opened a portal and walked into the apartment she had shared with Jason for over a year. Her hands trembled as she stood there, holding herself up as she looked at the life they had lived and built. This was what she and Jason had built, and they had lived here, this was the only trace of them left.
There was a few scattered records, Jason had gotten into rock n roll, blues, and metal lately, and she had fondly told him to stop.
Sliding to the floor she had her breath hitch as her head fell back against the door. The tears burned her eyes as she bit her lip. Goddamn her idiot, her hero, her man, he was so ridiculously brave and determined, and so fucking reckless, a goddamn Gryffindor through and through even if the rest of the world hadn’t appreciated him. Jason was the hero everyone wanted to proclaim to be, he was a fucking hero, and now people dared, after a lifetime of scorning him for being the hero they could only claim to be, they dared to mourn him. They didn’t have a right to her person. They didn’t have any right to him. Weak, unsteady legs found their strength, which had her stumbling through their life to her room, she pulled her hair down as she took a steadying breath.
She caught the bookcase in the room, as she tried not to cry.
There was no point in falling to pieces, she couldn’t afford to let her emotions go.
The black velvet box fell on the ground at her feet, her knees gave then as her hands covered her mouth, the tears she had force back were slipping her guard as she stared at it. Part of her did not want to open it in confirmation, but another part of her, the part that belonged entirely to him screamed in agony knowing what lay in the box.
She didn’t remember opening it, she didn’t remember how it opened, all she knew was she was staring at a ring. It was beautiful, simple, it was everything she had ever thought she never wanted.
The scream that tore from her lips as the tears broke shattered the world around her.
~~~*~*~*~~~
The entire world was helpless as the light extinguished and the skies were died black as the void of space. The sweeping agony was so suffocating and drowning it killed people without hesitation, it was an agony no one had felt, with a sorrow so deep it never ended.
The world broke rather thoroughly under the weight of the Raven’s broken heart.
No one had comprehended the grief of the demoness, and now no one could escape the all-consuming grief as it broke the reality they were confined to and robbed the world of life and joy.
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