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wutheringmights · 1 year ago

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Can we get the latest directors commentary pls?

Of course you can!

All things considered, this chapter actually came together really quickly. I haven't had a free weekend in a while, so that the chapter got done in a little over a month is really cool and sexy of me

My original plan was to have the bit about the war ending and the engineer leaving in secret at the end of the last chapter, and for this chapter to be the scene about Kat plus its consequences. The entire year would have passed between chapters with the reader getting no glimpses into what happened

Obviously, things got screwed up and I had to think of a way to make the war ending work with the Kat scene. I ended up with the idea of showing the passage of time with Link constantly reflecting back on how he failed to see the engineer. And I think it worked really well! For once my bad pacing was a blessing in disguise.

A part of me feels bad that I didn't do more with the friends of the Heroes Spirit, though I already struggle at times to give Midna things to do. I don't think I could have handled more of Ravio or Tetra.

There was going to be way more of Marin, including a bit about how she fades in and out of existence since she's only a dream. The engineer was always going to be the first person who knew when she was back, as he could always sense her presence.

This chapter also has one of my knew favorite lines (which I will highlight because I want to draw attention to it): "He hadn’t been a child for a long time now. But he had been in that comfortable space where he wasn’t a kid but not yet an adult. He always had the sense that if he turned around, he could walk back into a small shape his mother could hold in her arms."

Fort Raven was named after Sir Raven, from the Oracle of Time manga

Where do I start with the Kat stuff?

First off, I almost named this part of the chapter after the pudding bun. I really wanted to highlight the idea that what breaks through Link's disassociation is one person being selflessly nice to him. Like showing someone humanity begets more humanity

Also, the auburn woman who pointed out which direction Kat went in is the same auburn woman who danced with Link and spread rumors about the engineer in chapter 16. This is a detail only I care about.

Okay, so random trivia aside, let's actually talk about Kat

I have mentioned many times before that Kat is based off of Kattrin from Mother Courage and Her Children. Kattrin is a girl who became non-verbal after she was sexually assaulted by a soldier when she was a kid. You can obviously see how that relates to my Kat.

A long time ago, I mentioned that one of the deleted subplots in CTB was about Link dealing with the Waltons wanting to connect with him now that he was the hero. A character who was deleted from that plotline was a slightly older cousin who was also in the army, and was a total asshole of a man.

I bring the cousin up because the cousin's storyline was going to end with Kat-- that's right, he was supposed to play the role that the major with the slicked back hair played in this chapter.

Obviously, this would mean that this bit about Kat being continuously harassed would have gotten a lot more attention and gone on way longer before climaxing with cousin assaulting Kat.

The cousin got deleted from the story when I got rid of the subplot with the Waltons. I told myself that having a random character attack Kat would still work, but it still feels a little sudden to me.

I really wanted to keep this scene not only for the ways it forces Link to respond, but also to show how shitty soldiers are to civilians, especially men in power

And yeah, I wanted Link trying and failing to save someone to be what triggers his wake-up call. Link definitively fucked up. The only thing he has left is being the hero, and he just fucked up saving someone he cares about.

Watching you all speculate about how Kat got injured up until this point was interesting. For a long while, a lot of you thought that the engineer would be involved. I somehow never expected anyone to associate the engineer with Kat's injury.

There were also a lot of people who thought Link was the one who injured Kat. That, I saw coming. It's been interesting to see how people think about what actually happened.

Of course, I was going to have this section go all the way until the end of the next scene, where Link faces the consequences of his actions. You'll have to see next chapter what those consequences will be.

Okay, onto the present--

Up until this chapter, I was utterly convinced that Twilight and Spirit would hate each other from the moment they meet. Then I wrote this chapter and realized that Twilight's protective gene would triumph any misgivings he would otherwise have. Absolutely no way he wouldn't find out about Spirit and not decide he was going to be the only bozo standing in his corner.

I really wanted this bit with Time and Warriors talking to be at the end of the last chapter. In my brain, the pacing just makes more sense that way. I can't even regret pushing it off until this chapter because their talk ended up being so long.

I also had to write this scene twice because the first time, Time was way out of character.

I was initially worried that Time explaining his point of view would be redundant, but after blindsiding you all with his extremely bias POV during his argument with Spirit, this ended up being necessary. My bad.

But also, Time's perspective is so, so... *vague gesturing*

There were a lot of people who were really certain that the child must have hated Link after Link hit him in the temple. Since then, I have been waiting for someone to connect that scene with the moment where the engineer hit the child first. I thought someone would point this point out after Time's argument with Spirit. But, no! No one did! So I had to point it out in this chapter!

I gotta emphasize that Time is not necessarily correct. But I swore that once I got everyone comfortable with Warriors's morality, I was going to start throwing curve balls to challenge your opinion. And as Time puts it, if Spirit can be forgiven, then why not Warriors? Weren't they both responding to shitty situations? And is Warriors correct when he says it's different?

And why am I writing literary response questions for my own fic? Damn.

I originally scrapped the Wolfie scene because it was too cheesy, then I had to put it back in because I had been writing Twilight like the scene was still there

I've been worried that CTB Hyrule has become so iconic for being kinda a hard ass that he's being flanderized, so I figured he could be the one who declares that everyone is safe and sound.

Wind gets a new haircut because it's not real trauma unless your hair changes. The author is someone who changes her hair every time her life falls apart.

And he has a cool anime-esque eye patch because he's thirteen and he deserves a cool anime-esque eye patch

There actually was going to be a scene where Warriors shared his plan for the Triforce with Lana first, but I cut it since I didn't want to have the same argument twice, once with Lana and once with the Chain; it still feels a little out of character for Link to not talk to Lana first.

So the Warriors and Spirit scene

I wanted to convey that talking about everything that happened too soon would cause Warriors to sort of relive his memories and worsen his trauma. I wanted to try showing that without needing to outright state it, hence the dream-like sequence.

I think this was largely successful. People get the idea. Shout out to this story for forcing me to get good at writing trippy sequences, though. I wasn't really planning on that.

I think my favorite part about Twilight taking control is that he still needed Four to do some of the heavy talking for him. Power duo between a grown man and his 16 year old BFF

As I promised, a Triforce quest comes with a lot of morale quandaries that we now have to navigate with the characters, the biggest one being what is the definition of a war won? How do you wish for a war to be over without causing a larger disaster?

Everything about the world building for the Faovarian government and society was designed to add complications to that question. You can't annihilate the army without killing thralls. You can't use it on their ruler because they have a senate who can be replaced. They're an empire made of conquered people, so there's the risk that you could hurt an oppressed state.

But yeah, we're ready to go on another adventure. The boys are sticking together a little bit longer, and now we have to go meet up with Lincoln.

I wanted to get them on the road this chapter too, especially so that I could end with another really important Spirit scene, but I punted that off to the next chapter. Hopefully, the pacing for the next chapter won't be too weird.

And because the ending is different from what I had planned, I didn't know HOW to end things. Then I remembered how much you all liked dog imagery.

One last note: I love reading everyone's thoughts on the story, especially your thoughts on Warriors, Spirit, and Time. I am amazed by how many different takes I have seen. There is no one out there who is thinking the same thing.

On one hand, that's terrifying for me. When I was younger, I was really into the idea that a successful story left every reader thinking the same thing. The part of me that is forever 20 years old is scared shitless that someone is going to have a bad take and get mad at me for it.

The part of me that is older and somewhat wiser wants all of these polarizing opinions. Every reader brings their own experiences to the table, and I want to see everyone reaching their own conclusions about the characters. I love this. I relish in every ask, reply, or AO3 comment. I love your mini-essays and note taking. I love knowing what everyone thinks.

So, yeah. I just wanted to take a moment to reflect on that. Things are a little terrifying, but they have to be in order to be exciting as well.

#oh my god do i have a bonus funfact for this chapter???#uhhhhhhh huh. i don't think i do. i think i actually got everything #me rambling #lu ctb #linked universe #ctb lore #ctb spoilers #ctb commentary

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lunatriense · 2 years ago

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Between @scipiosmith's Yang ask and a post I saw a few days ago, it's got me thinking. The post in question brought up how Yang doesn't really fit in with the rest of Team RWBY: Ruby is a fated anti-Grimm warrior whose kind have been hunted nearly to extinction, Weiss is the heiress to the largest company in the world who wants to change her family's reputation and undo the damage her father has done, Blake is the former 'terrorist' princess of the faunus who's been fighting for their rights since she was a child (largely against said company), but Yang is just… Yang. She's just Ruby's sister, who's trying to find her mother. Everyone else has something big and important going on, but the closest Yang has to that is that her mother is a bandit queen… except Raven doesn't care about her so that doesn't mean anything.

Contrast this with JNPR. Jaune is a cheat who doesn't even know what aura is, Nora and Ren are orphans from a small town… but Pyrrha is an international celebrity, a 4-time tournament winner who has never lost a fight, with a major sponsorship deal, someone who Weiss – who's part of the very highest level of society from another country — knows all about, and who latches onto anyone who doesn't immediately recognise her name and face.

I think you know where I'm going with this. What if we swapped the odd ones out? What if, rather than teams RWBY and JNPR, we had teams RNBW and JRNY? How would it change things?

Well, here's a few ways it might.

Schneekos (hey, I'm still me lol). Alternatively, Pyrruby and Monochrome would work really well in this.

Ozpin selects Yang to be the new Fall Maiden. She lacks direction but she's got a good heart, and she's strong; this will give her purpose. Moreover, a Maiden will need to hide away, and where better to hide than with Tai, his old agent? No one will give a second thought to Yang returning home, and should she need to be anywhere, a trip with her uncle would hardly be strange.

Yang isn't totally sure how she feels about this, mostly because of the risk of losing herself. Trying not to let anything on, she talks to Ruby. Who else? These are the stories she use to read to her! But she's not such a cool big sister anymore; Ruby is stretching her wings, she has her own friends… she doesn't need Yang the same way now. But if Yang can be one of the figures from the stories, she'll always be the cool big sister, right? Ruby is super excited of course, given that her idea of hunters and heroes is still straight out of those stories, and she inadvertently encourages Yang to accept.

Hot-tempered as ever, when the Beacon attack happens and Cinder kills Amber, Yang is right on her heels. Unlike Pyrrha, she's at close to full aura, but also unlike Pyrrha, she depends on getting hit as part of her fighting style. Things end more or less the same, only this time Ruby is arriving just in time to see her sister die.

Ruby is the one to get the major grief arc in Mistral (but we don't leave out the others, because it would be ridiculous for them not to grieve their lost friend). She doesn't have just one training video, she has lots of pictures and videos from over the years, and the others will frequently catch her looking at them and crying as they're travelling. She takes to wearing Yang's gauntlets (if Cinder melted them, perhaps an older pair that no longer fit Yang but would fit Ruby) and, slowly but surely over the course of several seasons, learns to fight with them like Yang did — never as well necessarily since they aren't her primary weapon, but with the same style.

Pyrrha is faced with many of her fans suddenly turning on her, believing she murdered Penny and caused Beacon's downfall. Her mother is furious with her for 'throwing away the life they'd worked so hard to build'. She has to come to terms with herself beyond her persona and reputation, and ultimately decide to truly take control of her own destiny.

At some point after reuniting, Ruby snaps at Pyrrha (probably when the latter is trying to comfort her or something), not just because of Penny but Yang too. Why was Yang the one that had to do all that? Pyrrha's the champion, she should've been the one to do it! Fighting people is what she does!!

Ruby is the one who's especially angry that Ozpin kept his secrets from them, because her sister died for it. Qrow's anger also fits in better since Yang was his niece.

Weiss takes Yang's place in the Adam fight. She has to confront firsthand what the SDC does, driving her (more) to do something about it when the group returns to Atlas.

Given Ruby's ire toward Ozpin, she doesn't keep his secrets from Ironwood, who is now able to immediately begin altering his plans to account for new information.

With Weiss fired up from what she saw in Adam, she takes a much larger and more active role in opposing her father, publicly denouncing the SDC's practices and revealing what she's seen. Although she has no proof and thus can't bring criminal charges against him, her efforts draw the attention of the Happy Huntresses, the workers of Mantle, and Dr. Watts. The former groups quickly become allies, while Watts begins targeting her, thus leading the team into their initial villain for the arc.

I could keep going, but I'm drifting far enough out that it's less changes and more a totally different story from there. Which could of course happen earlier too! Or less could change, or different things!

What I find really interesting, however, is that by making that one little change — by switching Yang and Pyrrha's positions but still having Ozpin pick 'the B team ace' — so many things suddenly fall into place so well. So many things that were, to a greater or lesser degree, askew, no longer are. Everything just smoothes out so much and makes more sense, and the only thing so far that doesn't click into place is bb (which imo needs a lot of work anyway, so yeah).

#rwde #kinda?

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whentheleahvesfall · 1 month ago

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How about 4 and/or 7 for the pmd ask thing? :3

Woo, first time I’m taking a crack at this so do expect scuffedness ahead, but let’s see what I can do!

What did you name your hero and partner characters? And why?

In most of my main PMD playthroughs, I would often stick to my main name and go with a default nickname that would come in my head because my younger self was very by-the-numbers, and my existing copies still have my irl name on there as it felt similar to the RPG spirit when I played games like Skyrim and KOTOR, before eventually then settling down on the OC names I got below. I guess I begin giving the rundown of all my OC names, starting with my first PMD game.

Super:

Cormac is based on my irl self, so he shares my name as I thought it would help for immersion, but looking more into it and I realised that my name has a lot of meanings like “son of the raven” and “legendary charioteer”. However, there was one meaning out of pure random spite that I happened to look up and my name had a relation to “tree trunk”, which immediately made me think to the Tree of Life and its role in the story. Whilst the hero’s background as a warrior who fought Dark Matter felt honestly really cool to have as that’s my own first name, my take on his character being that he grows vengeful to those around him and being angsty and very self-doubtful also goes to how it can relate to “corruption”, which I would eventually imagine as the reason why he has his scar over the right eye.

Sprout came from my partner in PSMD in my one and only playthrough of the game which was just simply Bulbasaur and “Bulbs” in Rescue Team DX, before I eventually went with it due to the cabbage dino having a plant on his back (he’s such a dork) and how he sprouted as being a kindred spirit into the reincarnation of Mew that he’s known as today.

Explorers:

Harmony (Explorers Hero) is what I’d like to have if I eventually get around to playing and beating EOS via emulator, but in my mind he would become the deuteragonist of my PSMD fanfic that I think I probably want to rewrite at some point so I have a clear goal in mind where I’d like to take it. His name is supposed to be irony due to Cormac’s only existing harmony scarf and his species as a Riolu of being able to sense aura, but I wanna write the both of them being a one-sided into a temporary two-sided rivalry before they become equal and shared friends.

Flurr (Explorers Partner) essentially begins the trend of being trying to think of a name for the characters as I was unsure of where I wanted to go from the main three I had in my mind, but I guess her name came from Zelda and the “Flurry Rush” ability Link is able to perform in the games, and her rapid nature to attend to Harmony’s ever-increasing sass is what lead me to I think picking her name. She’s also my only female partner character so my mind went “AWWWWW YEAH, HERO X PARTNER TIME” and headcanon flurrfy comments were born. These two goofballs I gotta draw, and also I NEED to draw Flurr’s design, I do wanna imagine what she looks like <3

Gates:

Cormos is again based on my irl name but the last two letters are changed, but he’s my hero and he’s a Tepig. Tepig was the first Pokémon I ever used in any Pokémon game for a starter due to a leant copy I got from one of my older stepbrothers and the rest is history. His name I eventually decided to go with on an as-of-yet started playthrough of KOTOR 2.

Tusk (Gates Partner) came from one of the Club Penguin villain characters you find as the main antagonist of Card-Jitsu Snow and I loooovvveeed playing that as a kid. Often I’d spent upwards of tens of hours playing the parties and virtual worlds and the fact that Tusk is an Axew makes it so much better as it’s as close to a walrus-like creature you can get from the game’s available starters XD

Rescue Team:

Scrald and Planker (Torchic and Totodile Hero and Partners) only came to my head when I wanted to try writing a story prompt for the Hero and Partner week that took place earlier in the year, and because my canon playthrough simply just used my irl name and Bulbs from an OC PMD team I made aggggeeesss ago, those two names popped into my head and they’d eventually stick. Scrald’s name is based on what I imagine is his firey personality, often liking flamed berries and getting very flustered whenever someone tries to help in or puts their confidence in him, often flailing his feathers about without a basic care in the world XD Planker came from the snapping jaws he has when he too gobbles up food, so if they ever went to the Expedition Society or Wigglytuff’s Guild, the two would probably compete in food completions to see if one of them could outlast the other by one-upping them.

Spoiler alert: they both fail.

A lot.

But on the plus side, come the fugitives arc, Scrald (when not eating) becomes the most insecure fire type one has ever laid eyes upon. I like to imagine it much like Harmony that since his name sounds like the move “Scald”, that he’d be feeling warm on the inside whilst they travel to see Ninetails. Only it’s more like “Screw this!” and it being cold. Poor hero has it tough in those games, and that’s where his personality is based on. Planker is more of a blank slate for me, so eventually I’d like to flesh him out, but my brain go brrrrrr

How do you interpret the future trios relationships to each other?

I think all of them ship each other and Dusknoir and Grovyle have something called B E I N G G A Y when special episode 5 comes around, whilst Celebi is being mischievous pink cabbage gremlin with the time travel abilities to play ring-a-ring-a-rosies with the funny ghost man and has to endure his 6+ long hour cardio session of flying around before his Sableye lackeys can even do a thing. If I’m gonna be perfectly honest, seeing yours, Scribz’s and some other people’s perceptions of the future trio have permanently altered my brain to not see them as nothing more than three peas in a squished pod and you can’t change my mind, they’re all poly-coded and love each other that much.

That took a while to write lmao, but thank you for the ask!

#ask game #leah’s list of lollicking #pmd #pokemon #self blog #rambling

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 2 years ago

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Cap (evil beast who plays with my emotions <3) lore questions for PN!! (unrelated to the thing i'm writing, i just realised i can just, well, ask you about the things i've been wondering about)

obviously if any of this veers off into spoilers territory or would lead to you pointing out something you wish to keep close to your chest, do just say :)

Numero Uno: i don't speak spanish not sure what that is, so we know that Juleka is every cats favourite human friend, is that just because its cute (valid) or is there more to why they flock to her? and does this happen to other miraculous holders? as i may just be forgetting something, apologies, but i don't remember if marinette has spoken about experiencing this as well

2) what was with the crows. tell me please. was it just for the.. i forgot its name- the really fucking cool thing which was amazingly written (metallica moment) or is this a new creature that follows her around due to symbolism or that you just wanted to use to foreshadow Cool Things Dead Ahead, once again, why are the other holders not experiencing this (or is it just 'off screen'?)

3) at the end of the chapter it was very very fast tonal change, civilians don't seem to be taking hawky boy as seriously as they should even those majorly affected, now this is obviously because a) he attacks with the stupidest looking guys b) no consequences due to ladybug and c) even the heroes seem to be content with goofing off, so will there be a tonal shift in public opinion as things become more serious or will that continue to be something they have to wrok against, the fact that as soon as an attack is over all fear of these events seems to dissipate (although we have seen that our core heroes seem to understand the severity of the situation slightly more) or am i being silly and the fast moving on is people posturing to not seem as affected?

4) are they being paid for the work they do...? like, i feel as though they should be and we all know that people like to throw money at things they like to show that affection, so even if it wasn't a government (or i suppose just the mayor) funded thing they would still end up with money from people. wait now i'm creating problems in my head of people pretending to be the heroes online to get money- scrap this one people would scam others if it was a thing <3 i just think it'd be nice if they were financially compensated... i feel like chloe would panic with more money and try to find a charity she likes only to end up making her own for very specific a very specific cause...

5) is there any fun world building things / lore that you want to discuss? i have for sure missed a lot of things i'm curious about this was just off the top of my head as i was musing about panthera, but its always interesting to see dealers choice

(bonus question, do you have specific real cats /designs in mind for minou and parrot? if so show us the beasts, in case you can't tell from the everything about me i like cats and would enjoy that greatly)

Number Hana! (lets learn some korean shall we?) Miraculous holders do indeed attract their animals! It's like a drawn magic thing. The animals aren't per say processed but they have this innate desire to follow and to find interest in the holder. (Marinette has been followed by ladybugs. Bees will follow Chloe soon. And so on and so forth.)

Number Dul! The crows are... lets say Juleka's thing. Not Panthera's thing. Not the cat miraculous's thing. Juleka's thing. Although.. half of those birds are only there cause they recognize and like her in an actual bird way and not a magic way. They hang around Rose's window a lot (both at the hospital and at home) and corvids have amazing memory on who is friend and foe!

Crows and Ravens- they're a sign of bad luck and death. They only started to show up around Panthera very recently. Imagine like, just days before Hero's Day they've started to show up more and more. Juleka finds them a bit, ominous, but is nice to them anyways as respect. Unfortunately this just attracts more birds, poor Adrien's allergies...

Number Set! I would say the in universe answer is more so "A" and just, the underlined layer of spite against Hawkmoth. Paris banded together and won against him, so their confidence is pretty high by the fact they somehow really did scare him off. Only the B Team are also goofing over it as well, though for them there's a slight edge, while our main two LB and PN are the most on edge.

As for the meta answer on why I wrote it like that- I just wanted you guys to have a sorta light reprieve from the angst. Some funny scenes to lighten the suffering I threw you guys into.

Number Net. Chloe's been trying their best to get them money!!!!!!! I can't remember if it's working or not.

Number Daseot. Hmmmmm.. Nothing comes to mind exactly.. I will say to keep an eye out for how I write Fei in the upcoming Shanghai chapters and how she relates to Juleka. Shanghai Special will be setting up some.. themes for Season 3. That's all.

(I got nothing on Minou he was just always a blobby void cat born from my mind. Parrot was designed a bit after my Nephew who is a cat and also the tiktok cat Reznor!)

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

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violet-foxe · 1 year ago

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The bird and bat names could use a makeover

'Red Robin'? Seriously? I mean, at first I get it, he still wants to be Robin, but can't because it was stolen, but I feel like he eventually gets over it at least somewhat. And it's confusing, you can't call Tim 'Red', because here is Jason being Red Hood, and you can't call him 'Robin', because Damien is Robin. So. He should rename himself to another name. Probably a bird, maybe Cardinal, or Sparrow. Maybe Sunbird, they are red.

Or if we want to forget the red theme, than we can do a smart bird that uses tools, like Raven, but then again that is taken up by another hero. Maybe Crow, or Bluejay or Rook. They are smart.

Maybe Spurwing, they have literal spikes on the wrist of their wings.

Jason got his name, Red Hood, from it being a past alias for the Joker for irony purposes. He could have gotten a cool name like Phoenix. Seriously, he rose from the dead, he is a bird, he dresses in red, he likes FIREarms. Phoenix. It's right there.

And Duke, buddy, why are you Signal, is it like the Bat Signal? The light with a bat on it because you have light powers? Boring. You could have been a bird too. And Oriole is basically his design anyway, yellow, black, and white. Other cool birds are Tanager (many different colors of those) or Goldfinch.

Or you could have referenced light or shadow. There are several birds-of-paradise that have blackhole-like feathers. The one that most closely resembles the design of Signal being the twelve-wired one. And while that is not the best name, there are a few better ones. Superbs have vantablack feathers. Manucodes have iridescent black feathers, which is cool. There are Riflebirds that have superblack feathers too, but I'm not too sure that Bruce I-Hate-Guns Wayne would allow RIFLEbird.

The point is, why didn't the boys continue the bird theme? Like. Why?

But then the girls are bats, and it makes sense, except Stephanie being Spoiler... But she was Robin at one point, and Batgirl at another, so really either works. I think Batgirl fits more tho. If she wanted to be a bird, I think some kind of hummingbird would work with her personality.

Literally all the guys are birds, and girls are bats... Except for Batman... Lol

#batman #batfam #dc robin #robin #red robin #red hood #dc signal #birds #renaming

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othernaut · 1 year ago

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While we’re at it, I can’t help thinking about the names that parents inevitably would wind up giving their babies, because just calling them “the baby” probably wouldn’t happen very often. We’re humans, we empathize, we name things. We name our cars, our computers, that sparrow that shows up at 7:28 every morning to try and steal our croissant, everything. We’re going to name that baby, but! Given the high infant mortality inherent in living in a low-medical-access time period, we’d probably wind up being goofy or ironic or insincere about it - placing an emotional buffer between ourselves and the child in case the worst actually does happen.

We’d name our babies like we name our cats.

We’d name our precious baby children Beef Stew because we gotta call them something. We’d introduce our families to the twins, Bread Roll and Pointyhead. We’d record our children in the census as Frederick, Elisse, Three, Four, and Five. We’d have kids named Meat, and The Bastard, and Sneaky Fucker, and Orange Rind. We do this now - my brother was nicknamed Rocko as a baby because he somehow came out looking like if you left a stereotypical mobster in the washing machine too long; a friend of mine nicknamed her kid The Pod because she’s only happy if swaddled heavily into a tight little baby cabbage roll.

Which means that there’d be traditions around these baby names, same as anything else we leave behind as we grow. Maybe it’s an embarrassing insult for someone to find out your baby name and call you by it in a public setting - a sure way to win an argument. Maybe there’s parents who call their teenage kids by baby names and gods, mom, stop it, really! Maybe there’s a rite of passage around ritualistically discarding your old name and accepting the new one. Maybe there’s little tiny graves, not too far from the others, etched with odd little words by the shaky, grieving hands of parents who just couldn’t help but let themselves love their little ones.

And, in a grim and gritty setting, there’ll be kids who had to grow up without parents to name them a second time. Maybe you have an adult whose only legal name is Turnip Head because her parents died before her second naming. Maybe you have adults who have to stick with the kind of names we thought were cool when we were twelve years old - Raven, Night, Mist, Stalker, Blade, that kind of thing - because in the absence of anyone else, they had to name themselves. Maybe, in certain places, the government steps in, and orphans are named after famous heroes and national figures of times gone past. Maybe you have people who shed their names every few years as their identity grows and changes because, well, they did it once, all by themselves, so why not again and again?

Idea for a Generic Medieval Fantasy Setting: The characters refer to their nameday as an apparent stand-in for birthdays, celebrating it annually according to their respective preferences and perhaps family customs, as one does. People talk about things that happened before someone's time as having gone down "before you were named", someone grievously insults an opponent on the battlefield by going "your mother should never have named you." So with the way naming is always talked about, as a reader you start to somewhat assume from context clues that these people have some sort of a taboo about the word "birth" or something, and naming is used as some sort of an euphenism to avoid naming the process in which people come into the world.

Then somewhere halfway through the story it turns out that in this setting, people aren't named immediately after being born. This is a semi-realistic-gritty fantasy setting, after all. Due to the somewhat high infant mortality, to at least somewhat soften the blow of potentially losing a child, babies just aren't named before the parents are pretty confident that the kid is going to survive. The naming ceremony is where a baby is officially aknowledged as an entire individual, a member of the family and a legally existing person, instead of just a gurgling extension of the mother who may or may not disappear from this world. And that timespan between birth and being named is - depending on the situation and the family - somewhere between 1-4 years.

And suddenly the whole bunch of annoyingly-too-mature teenagers and other weird remarks about age start making sense in hindsight. The heroine protagonist who celebrated her 16th nameday at the start of the story is actually 19 years old. The wild difference in maturity between two characters who were both named the same year wasn't just a difference in backgrounds, The Rich Idiot isn't just rosy-cheeked and naive due to being sheltered growing up, but actually literally years younger than a peasant "of the same age". A character who's sickly and was frequently remarked to look much older than their years hasn't just been harrowed by their illness, but was not named before the age of seven because their parents didn't think they'd survive.

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Welcome to Ravens Borough episode 17

Somewhere in the unheard of town of Ravens B̸̯̹̲̑́̈́̽̀̈͗͗͗̚͝͠ͅo̸̡̞̳͙̺̟̱̦̤̾̊͆̍͜͝ͅr̵͕̉̆͛͌̒̀͂͋ö̴̳͌̎ṷ̷̞̝̩̱̙͉̥͙̬̲̏͘͜͝g̴̡̩̞̯̲̰͓͍͚͆̌̇͜ͅh̵͛̓̉ roughly thirteen years ago…

The contents of this story are nsfw therefore not for children

A long time ago in the town of Ravens Borough

In Silverleaf Elementary School. a young Rob and a young angel were walking down the hallway Robin was making jokes and puns that made Rob groan something fierce as they turned the corner to see a young Eva was being picked on by a couple of boys.

"What're you an alien or something?" One boy asked.

" Some kind of freak more like. Look at her eyes." The other one said as Eva was on the verge of tears.

"She's so small!" The first boy said.

"Hey, buttheads, pick on someone your own size." A young Rob said, walking over.

"What is she to you bro, your girlfriend?" One of the boys asked.

"Does it matter?" Rob asked as one of the boys went to hit him. but Angel's fist quickly made contact with their face, shattering their teeth and sending them against the floor. as he shook his hand from the pain

"Well that's not what I was expecting." Rob said looking at Angel then to the boy as he got back up only for his buddy to have run off.

"You might wanna go find your friend before you end up on the floor again." Rob said as the boy ran off in a random direction.

"Hey, you alright?" Rob asked getting down to check on Eva.

"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine. T-thanks." Eva said.

"No prob, couldn't let someone cool looking be picked on like that." Rob said.

"Y-you think I look cool?!" Eva asked with stars in her eyes and a blush on her face.

"Absolutely." Rob said, helping Eva to her feet.

"W-What's your name?" Eva asked.

"Rob, what's yours?" Rob asked.

"E-Eva." Eva said.

"It's nice to meet you Eva." Rob said.

"Nice to meet you too." Eva said with a smile.

She looked at the two boys as she opened her eyes seeing Rob looking at things on the wall and Robin on the phone in his casual gray crop top and booty shorts

"Weird how I met you guys being heroes essentially." Eva said.

"Hmmm?" Robin said hanging up the phone

"Heh, yeah we did kind of meet because of some annoying boys." Rob said

"I have no idea what you two are talking about" Robin said

"Really angel?" Eva said

"Don't call me that.." Robin said

"You don't remember back in elementary School?" Eva asked.

"Your talking to the guy who can't even remember what he had for lunch an hour ago" Robin said.

"Good point. You were definitely much different when we were younger though." Eva said.

"Doubt it" Robin said

"You knocked a kids teeth out. You were lucky they were already loose." Rob said.

"And id fuckin do it again" Robin replied.

"I mean I would have too but you stepped in." Rob said.

"I have no recollection of this" Robin said.

"Fair enough. But that's how Rob and I met." Eva said.

"Heh, you still look cool." Rob said as Eva became crimson.

Robin held up a finger as he vomited into a trashcan

"Cringe…" he replied. Taking his sleeve over his mouth

"Fuck you, it's cute." Rob said.

"It's fine." Eva said.

"You good though? Or was that just a flare up?" Rob asked.

"All of the above." Robin replied.

"Fair enough. Just making sure. Cause I still care about you and all that." Rob said.

"Mhhmhm you say this every time we hang out" Robin said.

"That's a good point. I'm just trying to make sure there's no bad blood between us." Rob said.

"I moved on a long time ago" Robin said

"Heh. That's fair." Rob said.

"I'm just an unopened can of single pringles" Robin replied

"I'm sure someone will open that can eventually. Given that you let them." Rob said.

"Nah" Robin said

"Once a Pringle always a Pringle" he added.

"Fair enough." Rob said.

"What about that bartender lady? Katelyn?" Eva asked.

Robin stayed quiet

"That's fair." Rob said.

"So what now" Robin asked

"No idea. We were gonna go to my parents place for a bit actually. They found something that I probably should keep here." Rob said.

"He's been very secretive about what. So it's either embarrassing or something cool." Eva said.

"Ehhh.. your parents hate me" Robin said

"I know..you can tag along if you really want to." Rob said.

"I got my important stuff to do then play ass kisser to your parents. No offense" Robin said

"Not like that'd help much." Rob said.

"There are people out there who need my help" Robin said putting his badge on

"You know you can take a break every once and a while right?" Eva said

"I took an oath to serve and protect. So I will answer always" Robin said making his way out the door

"Heh fair enough, see you around." Rob said.

"Anyway we should head out too." Eva said as the couple left the office and got in their car.

A little while and a decent amount of driving later the Impala's engine rumbled as it pulled into the driveway of a well maintained two story brick house with a mailbox that read Valentine.

"So what is it that you forgot?" Eva asked.

"Fuck if I know, I honestly have no idea, most of my stuff was already in the office anything else is in a storage locker." Rob said as the couple got out of the car and entered the house to see a man in his late forties sitting in a recliner in cargo pants and a Batman T-Shirt reading a well worn copy of the Batman under the Red Hood graphic novel.

"He totally killed Jason." Rob said.

"There's no way he didn't." The man said, closing the book and getting up from the chair and hugging Rob.

"Good to see you're doing well son." The man said.

"Good to see you too, dad." Rob said.

"Good to see you Dex." Eva said.

"Eva!" Dex said, hugging Eva tightly.

"Please don't break my girlfriend." Rob said as Dex let go of Eva.

"Good point." Dex said.

"So what even is this thing you had for me?" Rob asked.

"No idea, we haven't opened it, not our mail." Dex said.

"Well now I'm even more intrigued." Rob said.

"As am I." Eva said as an older woman with big breasts and wolf ears on the top of her head wearing pantyhose, shorts and a long sleeve shirt entered the room.

"Eva!" The woman said, hugging Eva tightly.

"Rosie. You're smothering the girl." Dex said as Rosie let Eva go.

"Oh right, sorry." Rosie said letting go of Eva.

"I'll go get the package." Dex said.

"That's what you said the other night." Rosie said with a sexy tone as Rob and Eva groaned in disgust.

"Oi! Get a room or wait till we leave." Rob said.

"You two probably fucked on the way here." Rosie snipped back.

"How the hell." Eva said.

"A mother knows dear, a mother knows." Rosie said.

"Anyway here's the thing." Dex said, setting a long wide box on the coffee table.

"Let's open this sucker up." Rob said pulling a pocket knife from his jacket and flicking it open before cutting the tape on the box to reveal a chest shaped box that Rob opened to reveal a large keyblade.

"Well I'll be damned. It took that guy seven years to perfect this replica." Rob said.

"It's a key." Rosie said.

"The Keyblade. You saved up like seven hundred and fifty bucks for it, commissioned a guy and he said it'd take a while and you eventually forgot but he didn't. Because if you remembered you'd have told him you changed addresses." Dex said.

"Oh right I keep forgetting the two most important men in my life are massive fuckin nerds." Rosie said.

"You wish you could forget. There's at least two bookshelves of graphic novels around here. Several of them happen to be yours dear." Dex said.

"So that's what you'll be like in what? Twenty four years?" Eva asked Rob.

"Most likely." Rob said as he was holding the Keyblade.

"We should go. They get… touchy when they get like this." Rob said as Rosie jumped onto Dex wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"Alright yup let's get going." Eva said as Rob grabbed the chest.

The couple returned to their car and drove off.

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Thranduil and Josie Part 75- Fuel

Summary: Raven bursts into flames and sends them shooting straight for hopeless Haldir. Marius hydrates the firebug. Raven spews foretelling threats. Jo and Haldir have a small heart to heart chat. The noble Marchwarden still carries a torch for her that nothing can extinguish. Josie updates Thranduil on the info she learned after the morning's gathering. Yandere Thranduil comes out to play. A sweet little sex capade takes place. The next morning comes. Haldir and Legolas enjoy the snow. Josie has more ominous dreams. One in particular has her begging Thranduil for them to leave asap. Garrett shows up still in a mood over the painting. He just couldn't stay away from the Queen. They have quite a long informative talk as he tries to help the disconcerted lady of light. Garrett departs a happy vamp.

Warning-*SMUT* with some accentuating dirty talk.

*Angst*

"This is for my father!!!" Raven screamed as she became a human flamethrower and sent jet fire fueling at Haldir.

Your shield was faster than a speeding bullet as it encased Haldir fully. He sheltered his face as the flames showered off of your impenetrable light.

You could see Marius as he stood behind her cooking up some magic of his own. Water........ fire's weakness.

"It is time for you to cool down nuisance!" With that said, he doused the water over her like a tidal wave.

Her red heat turned to cool blue as she desperately tried to fight the liquid enemy but her power was diminishing. Down she went to the floor on her hands and knees soaking wet with electrical sounds zapping off of her. All of her magic became water logged, literally.

Marius towered over her gloating with his dexterous win. "Some people fight fire with fire. I find water to be more efficient. In your case...salt water."

"Looks like the drowned rat got served her own rat poison." you snickered as you thought of her threat to Louie. "I warned you that if you ever tried to hurt Haldir, you would answer to me."

With the little energy she had, she weakly laughed and leered up at you.

"You did nothing but shield him! If Marius was not here, you would have weakened because you're weak! and your precious hero would be burnt toast as we speak." She turned to Haldir with a wicked grin. "Maybe you'll get the girl after all. Her own husband left her here to fend for herself which speaks volumes on how much he really loves her."

"Let's go. You know the rules for when you have your episodes!" Marius snapped and picked her up.

She tried to struggle away but had no strength. "You can lock me in the dungeons all you want but it will not change the inevitable. You're all in for one hell of a surprise. You my sister will soon know of true suffering and loss. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here for evermore." Raven cackled as Marius swept her away.

You then threw your arms around Haldir. "Please tell me you're alright! I did my best to protect you."

He smiled and squeezed you tight. "Yes. I am fine. I could feel the heat but it was tolerable. You saved me again...looks like you are one up on me now." he chuckled. You began to sob. "Hey. Jo." He kissed your head and made you look at him. "Talk to me."

"I have made such a mess of things. Raven was right. If Marius hadn't been here, you'd be dead right now. I can't even fathom the thought of that...and Thranduil...she was also right...he just left me here. And Garrett....what he must think of me now..."

"Ok first of all, did you forget about this?" He pulled out the emerald pendant from his tunic. "It would have obstructed the fire just as your shield did. It's of vampire origins remember? And what is one of the things deadliest to a vampire? Fire.... and Jo...I have to side with Thranduil here, I am sorry. What were you thinking having that painting done? Since when do you care as to what he thinks of you? And....I...I observed you earlier with him. Your little vampire waltz in the sky per se."

You let your arms fall from him. "Well then you didn't spy long enough. I almost fell down a large flight of stone stairs if you must know and he saved me from that. And...the painting...I don't think I owe you any explanation." you huffed.

"I kind of think you do. He left me for dead remember?? But you definitely owe Thranduil one."

You knew he was right but didn't want to argue. "Can you just walk me to my room please. I need to find him."

On the way, Haldir was unusually quiet. Something else was bothering him. "So...do you want to tell me what you were really doing with Raven since you're so curious about Garrett?" you said with a hint of sarcasm.

He stared at the floor as you both kept walking. "I guess it won't hurt to tell you now since she already tried to make good on a previous threat. She attempted to recruit me into conspiring against you and Garrett so she could have him to herself."

You peered up at him in confusion. "Why would she ask you? She hates you. I don't get......oh." You did get it. "She tried to make you think you and I could...."

"Jo, she knew about us...and I swear. I never complied. I would never do that to you. I flat out refused and she damn near choked me to death. I did not care about me but she threatened to hurt you if I said anything to anyone. Jo...her little sob story in the sitting room this morning, it was all an act. She admitted it and she gloated about it. She's a cold blooded killer Jo."

"Yeah...I'm beginning to see that." You took his hand and kept walking. "I know you would never have went along with her schemes. It's not who you are and I know you would never do anything to hurt me."

He glanced down at you. "I would die first. I told her that too."

You then stared at the floor too as you walked. You didn't have to say anything. He knew you felt the same way about him. Arriving at your door, you pulled him into another hug. "I am so sorry for everything Haldir. You have risked so much for me and still continue to do so. Please don't ever leave." Your grip on him tightened as you thought about Raven's oblique words of suffering and loss.

"You should know by now you are stuck with me." he grinned sweetly. "Glenn- hi. (Go now) Fix things with Thranduil." The pain in his eyes was agonizing to see as you lightly smiled, opened your door and watched him uprightly walk away.

Thranduil's scent lingered in the room but he was not there. You lit some candles and placed them around a large white fur rug in front of the fireplace, then sat down with the book you found in the library and waited for him. Garrett told you that you shouldn't tell anyone about it, but you knew you had to tell Thranduil. If Caroline was capable of killing one man you loved, then she was certainly capable of killing another. And Raven rendered her words as seemingly prophetic. Not to mention, she told you someone will die.

You never heard your stealthy husband come in but his delicious aroma alerted you to his presence. He gave you a cold glance and headed straight to the wine table.

You kept your gaze on the fire. "You left me there....unprotected..." you whispered with a sniffle.

Thranduil knocked back the drink and poured another. "Seems you had sufficient aid when I arrived." The yandere side of him rang loud and clear in his words.

"But not when you left..... She tried to kill Haldir....." you bluntly noted.

The sound of his chalice slamming down startled you. "Is...he...." Thranduil actually seemed genuinely worried which shocked you.

"He's fine. Thanks for asking." you piped and sniffled again as your nose was running from the tears you were harboring. "No thanks to me though. Raven tried to torch him. All I could do was shield him which worked but it wouldn't have lasted. So Marius saved him. Some kind of water magic and then he took her away. Haldir said the pendant would have shielded him too, so really, my power did nothing." You slammed the book on the floor and brought your knees to your chest, burying your head in them and began sobbing.

A refreshing lilac scent mixed with sweet grapes brushed over you as his soft hand laid upon your shoulder. "You are still acquiring all of your power. I know it is frustrating but it will all become efficacious when you are ready to fully embrace it. Something so compelling cannot be exacted."

You lifted your head and turned your drenched eyes to see Thranduil kneeling beside you as his sympathetic orbs wandered about your face. "Thranduil...my mother made me kill my father...." Your horrifying words sent you into a bawling mess. He quickly cradled you in his loving arms.

"My love....how do you know such a thing?"

"It's all there...in that evil black book." You pointed at the blank covered hardback laying at your feet. "I found it in the library. I was looking for Ashmole 782. Someone threw this book in the fire and Gar.....it wouldn't burn. I opened it directly to a spell that uses Belladonna and it triggered a suppressed memory."

"Deadly nightshade." Thranduil whispered. "Yesss. I know of it and it's many capabilities."

"An old woman claiming to be from our church brought what she said was red clover syrup to the house and said my father asked for some for his tea. Since he always drank it, I thought nothing of it. He slowly became sick over the next few years and doctor's diagnosed him with cancer. How could they not see it was poison???" you cried into his chest.

"The deadly liquid is full of trickery. Especially when black magic is combined with it. My sweet girl, you could not have known. Please do not blame yourself. Does Caroline know that you have remembered?"

"No...he...I decided she shouldn't know because who knows what she will do if I confront her. Look what she has already done. She's a live wire just like Raven. God Thranduil...Raven lied. It was all an act about how sorry she was for what she had done to those children. And she has it bad for Garrett. She brought that painting out on purpose because she's jealous of me. And....she made indirect threats when she left, saying I would suffer a loss like no other. She tried to make Haldir conspire against me to help her get Garrett and.... Thranduil...I'm scared! She's a monster just like our mo...her mother." you said with angst. If she is the reason your father died, you would no longer consider her your mom. You pretty much already didn't because of everything else. "And Lestat...he seems like another loose canon. He looks at me like I'm something to eat....god...bad analogy."

"Yes it would be best to keep this information between us until it can be proven, although it already seems to be. In fact it may be best to not confront her at all while we are here. When the storm settles, we will depart and never look back if that is what you desire."

"It is...I just want to go home...with you. I wish neither of us would have ever came here."

"Are you certain of that? You seem quite content with the company you have been keeping." Normally, you would have thought he was referring to Haldir, but it was Garrett.

"Thranduil...that wasn't planned. Garrett just happened to be there when I was headed to the library."

"But the painting was planned." he confidently stated.

"It was...yes..I...Thranduil, he took me out of the forest when the orcs were coming, and brought me here and he went back to help Haldir and your son so they could get here safely as well. I...I tripped earlier on the stairs and he saved me from severe injury to myself and our daughter. The painting, I was just trying to help him in return. I..."

"Do not sit before me and defend such filth. Do you think those minute things make up for what he has done? Do you think he did any of that for me? It was all for you which you are well aware of so I do not want to hear anymore of this."

"Minute?? That is nice to know you think of me or your child in such a way. And...you told me you should have let me turn. My god...did you mean that??"

"I think you know me well enough by now to know I speak only as I see it." His tone was bitter and spiteful. You were flabbergasted...and hurt.

"I...I suppose I deserved that."

Thranduil hated the fact that he felt bad. A conscience was something he did not possess. Until you. No one could ever have such power over him. No one could ever...has ever... made him feel things the way you have. The Elvenking also hated the fact that he spoke something he didn't mean when he said he did, because he always means what he says. Nothing more, nothing less. You and his child were not in the least minute to him, but indeed the most important and irreplaceable treasures in his life. His very reason to breathe, to even exist at all. Of course he did not wish you had become one of the dead. He would have lost you forever and Leann would not exist. Thranduil concluded he must heal the pain in your eyes that he inflicted. Little did he know that you were thinking the same thing about him in that moment.

"Jospehine I..."

"Thranduil I..."

You both simultaneously spoke the same words, then lightly laughed. He raised his hand to your face and softly wiped your tears from your cheeks with the back of his hand. First one side, then the next in one gentle slow stroke each. Oh this man knew what he was doing. Making you melt into a pile of mush with just one endearing gesture. One that was all his own and spoke of his feelings for you when he had no words or simply just could not speak at all. He slowly moved to sit behind you, then tilted your head back with his hand.

His hot candied breath grazed over your cheekbone. "Do you know the things I desire to do to you right now?" His words and the "fuck me" way he said it drove a shockwave right down your spine and into your walls making them quiver. He began placing intense passionate kisses over your jawline and stopped at your ear. "My entire being aches for you. One being a very prominent entity all of it's own." With that said, he arched his hips against your backside and gently grinded his inflexible arousal up and down your lower back in slow rocking movements. Your head remained back in his grasp as your mouth hung open exerting shallow pants to his very welcomed advances.

"Thranduil!" your mouth softly spoke in a deviously craving manner. The hand he held under your chin smoothly slid around your throat and his other slithered it's way under your dress and up your thigh, coming to a stop at your inflamed clit. "Ahhhhhhh!" you squealed and stiffened as two of his fingertips teased and tormented your protruding sensitive bud. Instinctively, your hips began slightly rocking against his fondling fingers. Down they slid without warning into your entrance as you both groaned at the ease of entry.

"Show my fingers what you want." he moaned as they were knuckle deep inside you and his thumb remained upon your clit caressing it in fast circles. Your core reacted urgently and you brought 2 of your fingers atop his and pushed them all inside of you at full sheath. Thranduil certainly did not expect that as his heavy gasp tattled on him. You took control and guided his and your fingers in and out of you in a steady invigorating rhythm. Spasms kept waving through you as you forced his fingers to curl on each withdraw. You were doing exactly as he requested and he was intoxicated by it. "Tell me...do you think my cock would feel better?"

Oh god...you almost released. Scratch that. Here it came..."Thran...Thrand..Thranduil!!!" You thrusted yours and his fingers vigorously inside of you, then pushed them all the way in and stopped moving as you screeched and jerked in one intense orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhh ahhh feel me my King." Feeling yourself pulsate against both of your fingers was mind blowingly kinky and sexy. The last time you ever got yourself off was in Rivendell when your King had his impaired memory and it had felt so fucking good, you had to bite your own hand so no one would hear you.

The sound that crawled out of his throat was a cross between a vulnerable whimper and a lion's growl. He removed his fingers and nibbled your earlobe. "Do not move." He stood up and removed all of his clothing. You knew this as you saw pieces of them flying across the room as you glanced to the side. He then knelt down behind you and clutched the end of your dress. "Lift up." You picked yourself up onto your knees and he whisked the dress right up and over your head, then flung it through the air. "Stay still." He took one step forward on his knees and rested his firm body flat against your backside with his flaming solid heat slipping between your inner thighs. His palms creeped up your stomach to your breasts and encased them with his fingers sprawled out like spider legs, then he made small nibbles from the nape of your neck up to your ear. "Do you feel that?" His whispering words taunted. Heavy twitches rode through your thighs and tickled your clit from his lengthy stout limb that you could see peering far out beneath you as you looked down.

"Y..y..yess. Very much." you stuttered as your hand fit perfectly around his peeking member.

He jerked at your grip and quickly"T slid his staff back to where his head poked at your entrance. "Do you want my cock?"

"Mmmm hmmm. P...Please." You brought your hands behind you and ran them up his muscular thighs causing him to thrust only the tip inside of you. He groaned and laid his face on your shoulders as he now gripped your hips.

"Do you want some, or do you want all? My cock begs for all. Will you deny him of his desires?"

"Never. I want all. Please...Thranduil....I...."

"You what?" One of his hands glided up your side and found your dangling hair. He gave it a sturdy tug which pulled your head back. His lips hovered next to yours. "I can't hear you. You will need to tell me so I can instruct him. Would a fast hard fucking do the trick? Or maybe a slow soft fucking would be more enticing?"

"God Thranduil just fuck me. Please...." You could feel him grin from ear to ear at your dirty command.

"Yes my Queen. As you wish." The palm of his hand rode up your back and halted between your shoulder blades, then he swiftly pushed you forward onto your hands and spread your legs with his knees. You were panting with anticipation of his penetration. He placed the head of his throbbing cock inside you, then brought his hands to your hips and squeezed. With a firm yank, he thrusted inside of you. Your drenched walls took him in fully as you yelped in delectation. Uncontrollably, he dropped onto your back unleashing an aching long grunt. He teased a few pumps and then pulled his saturated cock free which is what he intended. "Now watch." You maneuvered your body enough to see him but stayed in position. His fingers wrapped around his massive girth and he began stroking his slippery rod. Slow and steady he paced with his eyes on you and mouth slightly open. Faster and faster he pummeled and you could hear the slickness of the beating he was administering upon himself. The head of his cock was becoming an angry red as he panted heavily and then he thrusted his hand down to his base and intensely released. Moan after moan went in sync with the multiple shots of his warm cream up your back.

He took your dress from the floor and wiped your back off. You found this comical as maybe it was a shun at the sex sniffing Lestat since the clothing all belonged to him. "Come to me...Lay down." He sweetly ordered. You laid upon your back on the furry rug and Thranduil mounted you. The way the fire's light shone upon his face and his long strands flowed over his sculpted body was an image you would never forget. Placing his hands beside your shoulders, he leaned down and kissed you deeply then traced the tip of his tongue over the entirety of your lips. "Do you want more or do you wish me to stop?" Was that a serious question, you thought. You yanked his mouth back to yours and delved your tongue inside, entwining it dangerously with his. His question was answered and he had enough of the foreplay as he rammed into you with one hard push that took your breath away. You were insanely wet and he indulged his cock in every ounce of it, sliding all the way out and rapidly back in over and over. "Jos...Josep...Ahhhhhhhhrrrggg!" Thranduil collapsed onto you in hard release. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as you unraveled with him. His movements slowed and then he began careening deep grinding thrusts which instantly snagged your sweet spot again. Your hips bucked like a horse as your eyes rolled back. No sound came out of your wide open mouth as your nails scratched down his sweat laced back. Thranduil's mouth hung open over yours as he expelled his essence and hot moaning breaths into you. As he rolled to your side, he pulled you snug against him. "I...I love you my sweet girl. Was...this too much for you? Did I come on too strong. I...I..know I am not usually like this....I did not mean..."

"Hush my King...This...was all so perfect. I understand what happened here and I...Thranduil...you have nothing to prove to me. No one is going to take me away from you. Im am yours a cin are sab-. Forever an all -o anand. Im mel cin yandere Thranduil more than nin own cuil. So ha was written. So shall ha always n-." (I am yours and you are mine. Forever for all of time. I love you yandere Thranduil more than my own life. So it was written. So shall it always be.)

He kissed your forehead and off to dreamland you both went in front of the crackling fire.

A dream you had almost forgotten about came flooding back in the early morning hours, the witching hours to be exact. After 3am. Except this time, Thranduil wasn't encased in enormous tree roots. He laid motionless upon a bed of leaves with his eyes wide open.

You knelt beside him and took his ice cold hand into yours. "Thranduil!!" your scream echoed. He didn't move nor blink. His eyes were fixated and glazed. You couldn't speak, only cry.

The King was dead.....

Six loud chimes tolled from the annoying clock in the hall sending you shooting straight up in a gasping panic.

"Thranduil!! Noooo!" Your eyes darted all around the empty room as your heart began racing, until your eyes caught sight of a note laying on his pillow.

"I did not wish to wake my sleeping beauty with my kisses. I will return shortly my love."

You closed your eyes letting out a sigh of relief as you held the note to your lips, breathing in his scent that was imbedded in the paper. 'Tap tap tap....tap tap tap...' sounded on the frosted over window that allowed only the daylight to be seen. You jumped with a small peep escaping your lips. All you could think of was Raven and all her Poe quotes and how you had seen her before outside, just floating there peering in at you. Quickly you threw on your robe and creeped towards the continuing sound. You turned the lock on the window and hesitantly pushed it open. "Caw caw caw! Caw caw caw!" There sat your faithful feathered friend, the crow. He come trotting right up to you on the balcony ledge as if he were struttin his stuff on the catwalk.

"It is you! Hello there. Why have you come? To warn me?" you asked because of his 3 consecutive taps and caws which symbolized death. He cawed once for yes. "I..I heard you once before. In the forest before the orcs came. But...you cawed 7 times. I did not understand that. What have you come to warn of?" The crow then cawed 3 times. Your heart dropped as you gulped. The bird had always been right with his warnings. "D...death? Is...someone going to...die?" He cawed once again for yes. Then he cocked his head and belted out 3 caws, paused and shouted 3 more....then a single one.... 7. "Seven again. What does that mean??" A balcony door opened just down the way and startled your friend off into flight. "No wait!" You then heard Legolas' distant laughter, then Haldir's as they appeared on the terrace from their chambers. Their laughter ceased as they saw you.

"Jo? What are you doing outside so early and in this weather?" Haldir called from the stone snow filled patio.

You were too cold to chit chat in your slinky about what you just encountered. "I...I couldn't sleep. What are you both doing out here as well and so chipper at that?"

Up came Legolas looking all around for his guardian, and so were you as he had not surfaced yet.

They both chuckled. "We are elves my Lady in case you missed that. And we love snow." The prince merrily stated with a devilish grin.

"Yeah Santa's elves in the North Pole. Where's your pointy hats and shoes with bells?"

"Ha ha Jo. We pretty much got the North Pole part though." Haldir joked.

With that said, one by one they leaped over the balcony's edge with cheerful shouts into a snow drift that must have been 3 men deep. You shrieked in disbelief as you threw your hands onto the railing, leaning desperately over it searching for them as they disappeared into the powder.

"Haldir!! My god are you both crazy?? Where is he???" you reeled in panic as your heart skipped about 10 beats.

"Over here Jo!" Haldir snickered and whipped a snowball straight at you, nailing your hand. You jumped and squealed in utter shock. He and Legolas howled in laughter and began belting snowballs at each other.

"Ha....fucking ha! Glad that amuses you." you snarked with a playful grin. It was like a breath of fresh air to see grown ass elves playing like children without a care in the world. Speaking of breath and air, yours was quite apparent. It must have been way below zero. "Have fun kids. I need clothes."

"No you do not." Haldir roared in laughter. You shot him an eye roll and Legolas blasted him in the face with a snowball.

"I find no humor in that statement. Apologize to the Queen!" Legolas dictated.

Haldir shook his head vigorously to clear the splattered snowball and glared at the Prince. "I will not! Jo knows of my humor and that I meant no disrespect. In fact, I respect no one more than her. Not even you oh pristine Prince." SPLAT! The Marchwarden retaliated by nailing Legolas with a fastball before he could duck and then Haldir disappeared beneath the drift with a hearty laugh.

"Where for art thou oh heavenly Haldir??" Legolas sneered as he packed a snowball so firm that you would hate to be on the receiving end. Thank god the two competitive infants didn't have their weapons.

Haldir popped up in the distance behind Legolas. He placed his thumb and forefinger in a circle between his lips and sounded an ear piercing whistle. Legolas flipped around and fired the rock like snowball at him. Haldir dove sideways as the ice ball missed him by just millimeters. "You got to be quicker than that whippersnapper!" Haldir proudly bragged.

"Oh you two, I'm going in." Not a one of them paid you an ounce of attention as Legolas continued going after his guardian. You threw your hands up in the air. "Ok then...nevermind." Back inside you went wondering where Thranduil could possibly be. You suspected he went after some food for you both. To pass the time, you slipped into the warm bath and relaxed. So much so, you dozed back off to sleep and the bad dreams found you again.

You were walking through Lesta's dark hallways and heard loud heavy moaning. The closer you got, the voices became familiar. You ended up at Garrett's room and knocked. The door opened and there stood a bare naked Raven with a grin on her face. Garrett called out. "What's going on?" His voice...it didn't sound right. Confused maybe.

You peeked around her and there he was in all his glory sprawled out on his bed at full attention.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." You were stunned and more so appalled. "Garrett! Don't so this..."

"I win. You lose sister." she wickedly laughed. You ran off and found your mother's room.

"Mama?" you whispered through the door that was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, you saw Thranduil in evening attire reclining on her bed in a seductive manner just staring like he did in the other dream.

You turned to see your mother with her blood red robe hanging open just enough to tauntingly reveal her breasts.

She then walked to the table and poured a drop of the red clover syrup into a glass of wine from the same bottle the old woman had given you. She carried it to Thranduil. He took it and began to drink. "Noooooooooooooo!! Thranduil don't!!!!" you screamed but your cries went unheard. His glass then slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Caroline gave a menacing laugh and the door slammed shut in front of you, echoing all the way down the halls. You began banging on it while screaming his name.

You heard chains and spun around releasing a fearful squeak. There stood your father bound so tight he could not stand in what appeared to be a dungeon.

"D...Daddy?"

He slowly raised his head and looked you directly in the eyes. "Help me."

Then someone called your name from behind you.

"Josie...." The deep voice was unable to be seen as your head jerked to the sound. You took a few steps towards the blackness. Emerging from it were glowing eyes.

They belonged to a shirtless Lestat. You tried to run away but he was upon you before you could even take a step. Pinning you against the wall, he spoke against your mouth. "Looks like they have all forsaken you. I would not. Take one taste and you will see." His licorice rooted breath delved inside your parted lips. Whatever he was doing to you, you were helpless against.

"Lestat....p..please..."

"Please what? Do you want to taste me?"

Your tongue began to slowly poke out of your mouth as your body trembled. His tongue slithered out like a snake and touched the tip of yours. They locked. Frozen from the hot and cold connection. You began to panic. A growl rose from his core and he then pressed his lips passionately over yours. It was like ice water swam down your throat but it felt soothing, like menthol. As his tongue romanced yours, you felt yourself sliding up the wall. You opened your eyes and you were both floating. Giddiness consumed you as the deep kiss intensified. Lestat's voice formed in your mind. "Imagine what else my tongue can do to you." He began gently kissing your neck and chest leaving you intoxicated by his touch. No fear of him biting you existed in the erotic moment.

A feeling of falling tickled your stomach. You found yourself standing on the ground again staring at his pale ice sculptured body as he stroked your arm and looked you over in a caring manner. Placing your hand on on the back of his head, you pulled him against you and he took your breast into his mouth as his arms cradled you. His cool saliva and twirling tongue on your mamilla sent pulses into your walls.

Your body became weak and limp from his energy but you were very aware of what was occurring. The dominate vampire slowly laid you upon the ground and canoodled you.

"Do you want me Josie?" All you could do was mumble in which Lestat perceived it as a yes. Bringing one hand behind him, he glided his fingers up your dress and began massaging your clit with his thumb.

You woke up splashing about the bath water in the middle of one acute orgasm. Coughing and gasping, you frantically climbed over the bath's edge and fell onto the floor. "Thranduil!!!!" you managed to shout.

The chamber door hammered shut. "Josephine!" Thranduil came running in to find you huddled on the bathroom floor shivering and crying. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled you into his arms. "My love, what has happened?"

"Thranduil...I want to leave here!! Please! Something bad is going to happen! I'm so scared. I don't want to be alone again." you gasped and sobbed into his chest.

"My sweet girl. You are not going to be alone? I am right here. I will not leave you." The King lovingly said as he kissed your forehead.

"Thranduil..you don't understand. Raven...she said..."

"Enough about that succubus. I will not let her or anyone harm you. I will die first."

"Stop it, don't say that! My dreams...they...something is going to happen! You of all people know they come true!"

"Shhhhh. Hush. I do not discredit your dreams. I promise you, we will leave the moment the storm subsides. You will never make it down the mountain in these conditions. The snow is already slowing. We can make an attempt after the masquerade ball that's in a few days."

"Wait, what? What ball?"

"Raven informed myself and Legolas when she came to our room. Lestat is hosting it and is requiring our attendance. I am sorry. It had slipped my mind with all that has happened."

The mention of Lestat and his demand of it turned your stomach into knots. "Oh god...Thranduil...I..I don't want to...."

"My girl...I have brought us food. Please go eat and relax while I indulge myself with a bath. Just remember I love you and it will be alright." He helped you to your feet and handed you a robe. You did as he asked and went to eat.

You had no appetite after that fucked up dream. A few bites of crackers and some fruit is all you could manage. You got dressed and briskly towel dried your hair, then went onto the balcony to see if Haldir and Legolas had killed each other in their showdown. They were gone and all was silent and still. Thranduil was right, the snow was subsiding. You sat down in the snow and decided to make snow castles like you did as a child to try and distract your thoughts. You felt a presence behind you and then smelled him.

"Garrett?" you gasped and quickly stood up. He was not there but he was letting you know he had been. He obviously didn't want Thranduil to see him. You anxiously skimmed your eyes over the forest borders and then you saw him gaping at you.

You spun around and headed for the front doors. Out you went trekking through the knee deep snow to the forest's edge where you saw him. "Garrett! I know you know I saw you. Please come out. You're obviously ready to talk to me or you wouldn't have came. Please Garrett. I'm sorry."

His treacle smell swam up your nose, You turned and there he stood peering at you with his red defensive eyes. "Thank god." you said as you threw your arms around him.

"It's too cold for you out here." was all he said and whisked you into the air, carrying you back to the front doors. "After you." Garrett moved aside and opened the door like a gentlemen.

"I...I was worried you wouldn't come back....after..." You placed your hand on his.

"Oh...that. You're speaking about after you forced me to see myself when you knew I did not want to?" He yanked his hand from yours.

Garrett was clearly still angry and very hurt. "Garrett. God I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to show you the beauty I see that you're afraid to look at...." He didn't know what to say to you calling him beautiful again and stared at you for a moment.

"If you are still angry with me, which...you have every right to be...then why did you back come to see me?" you asked with a worrisome smile.

"Beats the shit outta me...For the un-life of me, I just cannot stay mad at you. I had time to think about it and calm down some. I know you never meant for me to see it without warning."

"No, I most certainly didn't. Raven's jealous ass has become a serious problem. After you left, she tried..."

"I know. I spoke with Marius this morning. Josephine, I...I never would have left you there alone with her if I had known what was going to happen... but...Thranduil showed up and...well...you had him, Legolas and Haldir...even Marius...you didn't need me."

"Hey...you do not have to explain. You were extremely upset and needed to be alone. I'm ok...obviously."

"Yeah well...I didn't know he was going to just leave you alone like that. How could he do that?" Garrett reeled in disbelief. He was truly pissed off at Thranduil.

"Why does Thranduil do anything he does? He knew Haldir and Marius were there. I'm sure he figured they would keep me safe."

Garrett began to laugh and shook his head in astonishment. "So you're telling me your husband who loathes vampires trusted his pregnant wife to be left alone with one... one that is a stranger and also with a weaponless Haldir....oh yeah and with a psychopathic arsonist that you had just met only hours before and has proven to be bat shit crazy. It doesn't matter what he does, you'll always defend him."

"I'm not going to stand here and discuss my husband with you or listen to you trash talk him."

"Right...like he does me but we both know you don't defend me when he does." You looked down at the ground feeling guilty because he was right.

"Garrett...you know I couldn't if I wanted to. Thranduil has every right to feel the way he does...and he's already bent out of shape over the painting...or that I healed you and set you free...or that I even associate with you at all. What am I supposed to do?"

"I know....you're right. I'm sorry. If any one's bent out of shape right now, it's me. That painting has me all fucked up in the head right now. I wanted to go back and burn it but Selene stopped me."

"Selene? She's still hanging around? and....she stopped you?" What a shocker it was to hear that considering they despise each other.

"I know right??" he chuckled. "She told me I would later regret it because.... you had it made for me. I don't know. I guess she realizes I'm not the one who tried to knock off her strayed wolfman. Think she kinda likes me a little. And I think she kinda likes you and wants to make sure you're safe after what you did for her. Is...Is it true? That you almost turned her human again?"

"I...I don't even know honestly. I was only trying to heal her from the dead man's blood, but something happened and then my power forced us apart. God, I have no idea what I am doing Garrett. All this power and it seems so useless because I don't know how to utilize it. All I can ever manage to do is manipulate the weather, use my light and shield, or muster up a fireball here and there. I need that book Garrett. Ugh!"

"Oh yes, I recall the fireball very well. Put me straight on my ass.....but Nahhh. You're a natural, little one. A full blooded witch. You'll figure it out. You don't need some book to show you who you truly are. I have great faith in you because you're one determined little hot redhead. I...I meant...hothead." Garrett corrected with a light playful grin.

You giggled. "Well....thank you Garrett. That means a lot that you believe in me so much. So....what was it like for you when you first turned? Were your powers simple to use like riding a bike or did you also have to learn them??

"It was the worst day of my existence. I had no idea what was happening. Definitely not easy peasy lemon squeezy. The flying part was the hardest. Cannot tell you how many trees and buildings I crashed into. My equilibrium was all fucked up. Same with the speed factor. Made me dizzy as hell. And then there was mind control and the telekinesis thing. I practiced on Craven. Needless to say, he had no patience for being thrown through windows. I just couldn't focus...so I tried something that kept me calm in my other life....music. I was able to obtain my 78's record collection. Craven had one of those gramophone players so it was like the syrup to my flapjacks, my favorite food ever. Swear I could have lived off if it." Now you knew why Garrett smelled of molasses.

"Anyways...Once I started playing all the songs I loved, it became easier to concentrate because I finally had some inspiration. The more I practiced, the better I became. It was quite comical hearing Craven yell 'SHUT THE HELL UP' from clear in another room. Vampire hearing, ya know. Sensitive like a dog's. I used to rock out and sing so loud...but it did the trick. You should try it. I got it, how bout this? 'Earth, air, wind and fire, give me that power I desire!!'."

"Did you really just bust out 'Fuel' by Metallica as a witch chant?"

"Sad but true." he smirked. He answered your question with another Metallica song. You smacked your hands over your face. "Oh dear god....I am so fucked."

"No you're not. You are building a fire and everyday that you train, you add more fuel. And at just the right moment, you light the match..... Wish I had my stuff here. I'd let you borrow it but it's all back on Devil's Island. I could maybe help you practice. Or ask Lestat. He's into music too. Sings with some band."

You couldn't believe how much he had revealed to you just now on his human years. Usually the reserved King Garret would change the subject or completely clam up.

"Yeah...I'll pass on that thanks......Soooo...What if I could...heal a vampire? Would you do it? Become human again? I recall our conversation over the campfire in Mirkwood as you said you'd give anything to feel your heartbeat again."

His eyes lowered. "That was before all this. Besides...there's nothing there for me anymore in that life...and I wouldn't even know what to do with myself after being accustomed to this lifestyle for so long. I kinda dig being your own personal superman and scaring the shit outta the evil people that I feast on. Speaking of...Josephine...you're not safe here. I could fly you out of hear so fast. Just say the word."

"You know I cannot leave without the others. Believe me, I want out of here. I don't think you're safe here either after the dream I had."

"What...that Thranduil chopped off my head and displayed it on his trophy exhibit...or better yet, used it as a bullseye in his archery range?"

"Worse..."

"Uhhh what could be worse than being sliced and diced by an elf besides just being plain sliced and diced?"

"Sleeping with the enemy. I saw you in Raven's bed while she stood naked at the door flaunting herself."

"Ahhh hell no....not happening. Nope. No way. I'd have to be drunk as skunk or high as a kite and even then, I feel I would need much much more persuasion like threatening to incinerate me.....to put it simply.....fuck no."

"That's just it though Garrett...in the dream, I think she drugged you...and...my entire dream was so fucked up, but then again, they always are. My mom was doing shit to Thranduil, I saw my father again. He was in chains asking me to help him...and Lestat...well never mind on that. I just want to forget it but something tells me I won't be able to. Anyways...I should be going before Thranduil ends his bath and finds me gone...so...the painting. I take it you do not want to keep it? It's so beautiful. The way Marius' work always tells a story makes it that more captivating. I love picture stories. His use of the mirror with you was brilliant. I can just ask him to keep it..."

"No...I....I want it. I mean...after all...you just called me beautiful for the 3rd time now." he slyly grinned from ear to ear.

"I called the painting beautiful."

"And I am in the painting. In fact, I AM the painting."

"Fine, you win. Does this mean you forgive me then?"

"On one condition."

"Ok?"

Garrett turned his face and tapped his cheek with his index finger wanting a kiss.

You laughed. "Really Garrett?"

"What? You gave me one in the library." he confidently reminded you.

"Alright ya big baby." You stood on your tippy toes and went to kiss his cheek. Right at the last minute, the trickster turned his face and you planted a kiss right on his lips. "Garrett Lee!" you reeled and smacked his arm.

He triumphed in his victory with a crafty smile. "That's my name, don't wear it out. Talk soon." Then, the waggish vamp vanished with great alacrity.

You couldn't help but smile and then trotted off back to your room in hopes the King was still in the bath. As you whisked around the corner, the last thing you expected to see stood right in front of you like in your dream.

Lestat....

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✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous: ‹ Greed › | Next: ‹ Illusionary Hero ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

It’s finally summer vacation training camp!

After the fight, Hinata and Kageyama weren’t really talking to each other–Coach Ukai even separated them during practice, Hinata in team B while Kageyama in the other. When practice was over, Kageyama was working on his tosses with Yachi’s help while Hinata drive elsewhere with his bike to practice on his own.

“Ah, he’s with my grandpa.” You asked where on earth did Hinata go, and that’s your answer from Coach Ukai. Apparently, Hinata was training with the previous Coach Ukai at their home. That left you with managerial duties and some extras like buying supplies for the training camp.

The injury you received of course was noticeable by the team–it almost send both Tanaka and Nishinoya into rampage, but you quickly said it’s not a problem and it would heal in no time. While you could make up some excuse for Daichi, Sugawara, and Ennoshita, you couldn’t with Shimizu. With a stern look from, you finally spilled the beans and she promised not to tell anyone.

While Kageyama wasn’t talking to Hinata, he’s definitely talking to you more now–along with walking you home if you chose to stay at practice longer. With that, you learn more about him and how he’s undoubtedly a volley ball dork through and through.

The time you had to depart from school to Tokyo for the training camp at night, he offered to picked up from your house so you could walk together to school.

“C-can I sit next to you…?” the raven-haired boy asked. Of course, you agreed wholeheartedly since Yachi will be sitting next to Shimizu and sitting alone didn’t seem to be fun. At first, you talked about some mundane things and watched a few videos saved in your phone before falling asleep leaning to each other.

“KAGEYAMA!!”

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL A HEADSTART!”

And it incurred the wrath of both Tanaka and Nishinoya when they realized. Thankfully, Ennoshita was quick to shut them up by slapping them on the head and Daichi glared at them menacingly for causing a ruckus.

“Well, the grand guest finally arrived,” when you carried the big bag filled with your essentials outside the bus, it was immediately gone from your hands. Kuroo plucked it from your grip so he could carry it instead, sending you a small smile.

“Kuroo-san, it’s been a while.” Greeting the older boy, you stepped to the ground.

“It’s nice knowing you stick to your promise,”

“Well, it’s impossible for me to not join the training camp. And,” you looked up to the building upon the stairs. When it was in Nekoma High School before, this time training camp was held at different area–however, you didn’t complain because even during summer, the place was cool with many trees surrounding and breeze swept by. “Why are we in a different place? I thought it’s being held only in one place.”

Kuroo hummed. “It’s a tradition for training camp during summer vacation happened in Shinzen. This place is cool, so it’s great. Why? You wanted to be cooked under the sun instead?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Hinata! Did you grow any taller!? Oh! Otohaku-chan!! You’re looking pretty as always!!”

“Lev, shut up.” Kenma scolded.

“[NAME]-CHAN!! Make sure to cheer for me, alright!!”

“She won’t, Bokuto-san. And please don’t call her by her first name when she didn’t mention you could.”

Thank goodness, Akaashi had a say because you didn’t know how to reply that without wanting to upset Bokuto in the process. The first match was Karasuno against Fukurodani and it didn’t go well–your team splendidly didn’t sync because everyone went to try the new moves their practicing, resulting they had to take a new kind of penalty.

Along with Yachi, you watch as everyone sprinting uphill. And it didn’t happen only one time, every time they lost a match, they had to do one before walking down and downing their drinks. It went until the last practice–which they splendidly managed to lost.

“Hitoka-chan, could you look over Kageyama-kun and Hinata-kun in my place,” you whispered to your best friend, referring to the duo who’s clearly itching for practice but couldn’t exactly say it clearly as they still in bad terms with each other.

“Yeah! I was thinking about that too!” the two of you nodded in determination.

“Uhm, [Name]-san,” Yamaguchi called out to you, rubbing his nape sheepishly. “I want to practice serve, could you watch over?”

Smiling you nodded, “Sure Yamaguchi-kun! Let me get my notes first, okay?”

The taller boy blinked in confusion. “Eh? Notes? What for?”

“To look over your progress overall,” you kneeled down to put on your outdoor shoes. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“O-oh, okay.” Yamaguchi could only reply that as he didn’t know how exactly–he knew he shouldn’t be flustered or feeling special, but he couldn’t help to feel warmth bloom in his chest. He knew you were an attentive person, and it’s nice to know that applied to everyone on the team even though you’re mostly stick with Kageyama, Hinata, or Yachi.

Jogging towards the sleeping quarters, you could’ve arrived faster to pick up your notebook if Bokuto’s call didn’t halt you from doing so.

“OOH!! [NAME]-CHAN!!” he called out from the third gym. You noticed that he wasn’t alone, Kuroo and Akaashi’s also there and surprisingly Tsukishima. From that, you concluded that Kuroo must have something to do with it–probably taunting the blonde into joining. “Could you throw us some balls!?”

“Eh?” you blinked. “But, I have to get some notes for practice-“

“Just a few, come on!” Bokuto didn’t even give you a chance to explain–instead, he dragged you by the wrist.

So here you were, arranging an apology speech for Yamaguchi while throwing some balls for Akaashi to set. That and giving Lev some glances to check if he’s still alive or not on the floor. The setter already apologized to you in Bokuto’s place, but you immediately dismissed it since you didn’t mind either.

“Geh!? Otohaku-chan!?” Lev must be exhausted seeing as he barely noticed you’re in the same area.

It amazed you on how Bokuto still managed to kill the spikes viciously after series of practice match all day–his stamina is top-notch, nothing less from one of the best players in the country. Watching Bokuto’s spikes meaning also watching Tsukishima tried to block them.

Not once did he managed to successfully shut one out, but with Kuroo’s finally joining the cross was killed almost in an instant. While Bokuto is a formidable opponent in attacking, then Kuroo would be terrifying in defense. No wonder Coach Ukai was making him a great example for a solid blocker.

Tsukishima is indeed smart and calm as he read the opponent’s movement, but,

“Your blocks are pretty weak.” You flinched as Bokuto blurted out what you had in mind regarding Tsukishima’s block–and it sure pissed the taller blonde off. “Your arms are so frail that I’m scared I’m gonna break them. You need to stop the ball like you mean it!”

“I’m still a growing boy!” Tsukishima replied, clearly trying to hide his annoyance. “I’ve just started gaining muscles and getting taller!”

“Talk like that, and the little shrimp is gonna hog all the glory.” Kuroo remarked. “You guys play the same position, right?”

Ouch, you couldn’t help but thought. That hits the sore spot.

“I don’t think it can be helped,” Tsukishima said with a smile after a few seconds of silence. “The difference in natural talent between me and Hinata is too great.”

Before Kuroo could argue, the players of Nekoma began piling into the gym and Tsukishima finally managed to excuse himself successfully this time.

“Looks like you stepped on a mine, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi commented.

“You pissed him off,” Bokuto dragged. “At long last, Kuroo-kun, the master of provocation, has failed.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have thought that.” The black-haired captain sighed.

“Thought what?” Bokuto questioned.

“Karasuno’s shrimp is definitely strange and a threat, but in terms of technique and experience he’s like a baby bird. Plus, he’s really short. I never would’ve thought guy with glasses, who’s far taller and much smarter, wouldn’t only think they’re not equal but actually think the shrimp is above his level.”

Sighing for the second time, he rubbed the back of his head before giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I pissed off your middle blocker.”

“I don’t think you pissed him off,” you couldn’t exactly say that it’s fine because it’s not your place to do so. “But you did hit a sore spot, Kuroo-san.”

“Otohaku-san, shouldn’t you get going? We’ve hold you long enough from you whatever you want to do.” Akaashi reminded.

“That’s right, then I’ll excuse myself.” You bowed down and walked towards the exit–you immediately retrieve your note before finally helping Yamaguchi with his serves after being held for some time.

The next day, you’re helping Eri, Kaori, and Yukie cutting watermelons given by the parents from Shinzen High School. Surely, on this hot summer, sweet and cool watermelons would make anyone’s mouth began watering. It was also a great short break for the boys as they enjoy the watermelon while sitting on the grassy hill beside the gym.

“Do you want extras, senpai?” and just like other managers, you distributed the watermelons while asking if the boys wanted seconds or not. This time, you’re offering a few that’s still on your tray to Tanaka, Daichi, and Asahi.

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do, [Name]-chan!” Tanaka reached out for another slice.

“Me too,” after him, Daichi also took a slice from your tray.

“I’m okay with mine for now,” Asahi politely rejected your offer. “How about you eat some too? It’s quite a hot day.”

“I’ll go it after everyone’s seconds are done,” you remarked, intending to circle around the separate crowds for the nth time but Tanaka quickly interrupted.

“Everybody has their share already! I’m sure they don’t mind.” Your upperclassman commented. “Besides, our beautiful manager deserves to have rest!”

“Somehow, it doesn’t correlate…” Asahi muttered, smiling nervously.

At the end, you ended up sitting down beside Asahi and munching on a slice of watermelon. Your upperclassman was right for one thing–enjoying the fruit in a hot summer day was a great way to cool down, you instantly felt refreshed.

“Sorry, by the way.” The four of you looked up to the call, seeing Kuroo approaching and out of blue apologizing. Surely, your upperclassmen were confused with this except you.

“About what?” Daichi questioned.

“I think I might have pissed off your glasses guy yesterday.”

“What?”

To make it clearer, the cat captain sat down with his back towards you and began explaining the situation occurred the other day–you admired how both parties didn’t once interrupt nor getting things heated up, they knew this wasn’t something big and could be resolved by just a simple apology.

“Wow… Tsukishima actually helped out with free practice even if you cornered him into it,” Daichi hummed in understanding.

“Your manager too, but that’s Bokuto’s idea,” you didn’t know why on earth Kuroo decided to brough it up but seeing your upperclassmen were nonchalant about it (except maybe Tanaka, though he was quickly being shut up by Daichi) it’s also not a big deal.

“So, what did you say?”

“I provoked him and said he was going to lose to your shrimp over there.”

“I’ve definitely noticed that Tsukishima seems to feel inferior to Hinata somehow.” Asahi remarked, probably remembering a few words Tsukishima said to him.

“I’m not sure if this is relevant, but my sister mentioned someone tall named Tsukishima also joined the volleyball team during the Little Giant times.” Tanaka mentioned, surely this is new to all of you because Tsukishima wasn’t the type of person who talks about himself much.

Daichi’s head perked up. “Tsukishima has an older brother?”

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Tanaka quickly replied. “They could’ve just had the same last name and not be related. Do you know anything about this, [Name]-chan?”

“I don’t, but if I know, I think it’s not my place to tell since Tsukishima-kun would undoubtedly be annoyed because of it,” you answered, which made Tanaka hummed in agreement.

“Hey, we’re about to start!” Sugawara called out.

You didn’t know about Tsukishima having a sibling or not, however,

“This is just a club. Why do you put so much into it? It’s because you put so much into it that you suffer later.”

You couldn’t help but think it’s somehow related to what he muttered the night before.

Yet again when the sky softly bathed in orange glow, Karasuno had to pay their losing with penalty–you along with Yachi and Shimizu also Takeda-sensei and Coach Ukai watched as the boys bolted uphill accompanied by yelling (well, this was mostly Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka, and Nishinoya).

“Here,” you offered a water bottle for Kageyama. He couldn’t even reply a ‘thank you’ from how harshly he was panting and you could only sympathize with him–more than five matches in a day plus penalties were rough.

“Thanks,” the raven-haired boy finally rasped after downing probably a half of the water from the bottle. You also handed him a towel so he could wipe away the sweat dripping down from his temple.

“So, how’s training going?” you finally asked, which triggered a sighed from him.

“No progress.” The frustration was getting to him definitely–while you were only watching for some time since Yachi’s already there to help him, you understood that Kageyama failed more than he succeeded. He knew he was getting nowhere and time was short, if he’s not geared up it will be a problem.

“I can’t give you any helpful advice but I think you should practice under Coach Ukai’s watch,” you mentioned, and Kageyama listened carefully. “He probably has ways that could help you. You couldn’t do this on your own Kageyama-kun, you need guidance.”

Nodding firmly, he replied. “Yeah.”

“I can’t wait to see your toss,” you then added, giving him a smile. “It’s going to be amazing for sure. You did pinpoint toss to Hinata all this time.”

The boy fell silent for a while, and you almost regretted saying those words–did you somehow step on a landmine? Did you piss him off? Did you touch the nerve-

“I promise to get done and you’ll see it.” The negative thoughts were gone from your mind as you stare at those blue eyes filled with determination. You found yourself smiling at his promise.

“I will be waiting then.”

“Sensei, what do you think of Tsukishima?” Coach Ukai asked your advisor while the five of you were watching the match between Karasuno and Ubugawa.

“I think he’s taking this seriously,” Takeda-sensei answered, although rather confused from the question.

“How about you, Otohaku?” and you didn’t expect to be involve in the conversation also.

“Uhm… he’s doing his work, but lack of effort? I think he’s not giving his all.” you replied but somehow became an unsure question in the end.

“You’re right,” Coach Ukai remarked. “I feel like Tsukishima gets a passing grade but never tries for 100%. I’m not asking for him to become more passionate, but if he’s not going to give his all, I’m gonna have to change regulars. I need players who can win a match on the court. He’s the tallest and essential to the team. If Tsukishima could become a strong blocker, our defense level would go up a lot.”

“I see,” Takeda-sensei nodded in understanding.

Not long into the game after Tsukishima served, there’s a collision between Daichi and Nishinoya for the ball–at first, it was nerve-wracking because if one of them was hurt it could be bad. However, seeing that the two dismissed it as if it was nothing was relieving.

“Everyone’s so motivated.” Yachi commented.

“Everyone’s more motivated now than I’ve ever seen them before,” Shimizu frowned in worry. “But sometimes it’s almost scary. Collisions like the other day can definitely lead to major injuries.”

Another spike went through but received perfectly by Kageyama, the ball bounced to the air and Tanaka was the second one to get it, passing it immediately to Asahi.

“It’s a little short,” you muttered, noticing the ball was hovering near the net–exactly to where Hinata was. From how he’s staring at it, he’s most likely to steal it–but then he tensed up, snapped his head to the side to give Asahi a stare and stayed in his place in the end.

“Let him know the ball is yours.”

You stared as Asahi successfully killed the ball even with three blockers–grinning from how he stole a score and holding them team together so it wouldn’t become lawless. The attempt was enough for you to let your shoulders relaxed.

“Maybe I didn’t need to worry after all.” Shimizu sighed in relief.

Asahi turned to face you, giving you a smile and an outstretched fist–you immediately returned it with the exact same gesture.

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Aw, they look so cute. Let's see what these two goofballs are up to shall we?

Roman did not let Virgil forget about the fanart. In fact he actively went looking for it, printed his favorite pieces out (not all were of them kissing but the shipping was usually at least implied) and left them in places Virgil would stumble across them at one point or another. He was pretty fond of one where Dove was drawn wearing Raven’s hoodie. Virgil managed to keep out of trouble all of Friday. When it came time for another stream Roman offered to join Virgil again, but he was shooed away. “You’ll only give them ideas,” Virgil huffed. “Alright. I’ll be good and sit in the livingroom cheering you on in silence,” he promised. “Good luck with the shippers,” he teased as he settled on the couch. His only response was a closing door. He chuckled to himself as he joined the waiting crowd on the stream. The screen changed form a countdown to a screen of Raven’s avatar with a slightly transparent Dove avatar. Roman felt flattered that he was still being included.

“Hello there my little darling chicklets. You’ve been quite busy. So I asked my lovely discord mods to collect some of your hard work for me to react to today. But first a little Q&A. What do you think?” Virgil hummed into the mic. Roman remembered Logan referring to Virgil’s performing voices as ASMR and found himself agreeing with that assessment. “Seems you all are quite okay with that. Well lets get a first question from the chat shall we…? Hm? Oh you want to know if White Raven is canon? Well darlings sorry to disappoint, but I am pretty sure my dear roommate has a not so secret crush on a certain Princely hero who has somehow gotten himself on the watchlist of the whole country it seems,” Virgil stated. “I do not!” Roman called towards his roomates room, hearing his own voice echo back at him.

Roman really didn’t get where Virgil got the idea that he was crushing on prince. Just because he had been a bit defensive about the name thing? Had he been a bit to flowery in his articles? Was that it? Maybe the pictures Remus had been taking for him had been too flattering? “So if you wanna draw shippy art and stuff, please do so of dove and prince it’ll make his day,” he insisted. That little gremlin. Virgil answered a few more questions, some about Prince as it had been established that he actually lived in the area where Prince operated. Usually heroes didn’t get that much attention outside the city they worked in. But in cases of unique or very cool looking power footage and such might make it to mainstream interest. Virgil also got questions about merch and admitted that he had some stuff in the works that should be available to the public soon. Upon his inquiry the fans pleaded to include Dove stuff as well. He better believe Roman was going to pester him about a sneak peek.

Then Virgil got around to the reaction bit. He did a good job not to appear flustered by the more shippy bits. And as Dove showed up more and more he decided to call him in. “Hey Pigeon! Look at this fanart!” he called out. Roman huffed and got up. The cheek on this guy. “I am not a pigeon I am a dove!” he insisted as he popped his head into the recording closet. Virgil smirked up at him. “Would you prefer it if I called you darling instead?” he wondered sadistically in his villain voice. “I hate you so much,” Roman huffed more quietly. “For all you guys at home, pigeon just went fifty shades of red,” Virgil told the audience much to Roman’s emberassment. “You don’t need to tell them that!” he insisted.

Virgil chuckled. “But seriously. Look at this one it’s Dove holding our kitten,” Virgil insisted. Indeed the fan had taken the mention of their pet and had her curled up in Dove’s arms while the avatar looked down at her adoringly. “That’s accurate,” Roman nodded. He loved that little furball. Even if they tattled on him to Logan. “I know right?” Virgil chuckled. “Now shoo, I got streaming to do.” Roman huffed in pretend offence. “Oh I see, you just called me over to embarrass me. Noted,” he declared as he walked out making Virgil laugh once more. “Alright next thing the mods sent me is a link to a story so it’s story time I guess. Lets check the tags… Wait a minute… One of you bitches wrote a fic about me and Poetry Prince! Holy fuck. I'm too gay for this shit!” he declared. “Who has a crush now!?” Roman shouted towards the room. He was ignored though. The chat was very insistent that Virgil read it. Going as far as to sent donations to encourage him. “I will not read this for 20 dollars. No. No, stop sending me money... Guys... You're not giving me any chance!” he cried out. “Fine! Fine, I’ll do it!” he relented with a defeated sigh. Oh… Well this would be interesting then.

“At least it seems to be fluff. So thanks for that much I guess,” Virgil muttered before he started reading. The story followed Poetry Prince (named Eric after prince Eric so Roman could kind of live with it) as he went through his day saving people before coming home to find his roommate Raven (called Anthony) finishing up recording for a super deep dive in a very freaky conspiracy theory. Virgil broke character for a second there. “Oh my god they were roommates,” he whispered dramatically before continuing. Unknowingly sending Roman in a fit of laughter he could barely keep quiet. Raven was aware of Prince’s identity and offered him some comfort after a long day of saving people and eased his worries that he might not be strong enough to protect the city, protect him. There was a ton of romantic tension as the two helplessly pined for each other. Turns out Virgil could do sensitive and sweet just as well as suspense and passion. “There I did it. Not a bad story, good job,” Virgil complemented before wrapping up the stream.

When he emerged Roman was just smirking at him. “Shut up and make dinner,” Virgil huffed. Roman let out a laugh and got right on that. During dinner Virgil brought up Roman’s supposed crush again. “You never asked me to hook you up with your dreamboy,” he noted. Roman looked up a bit lost for a moment before he realized who Virgil was talking about. “Poetry Prince you mean? I don’t have a crush on him,” he insisted. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d see your eyes light up every time we talk about him when we work on the website,” Virgil insisted. “And even ignoring that, you’d think you’d ask me to hook you up for an interview at the very least? The ultimate excuse to be around him,” he reasoned. Well, he had a point there he supposed.

“He doesn’t give interviews,” Roman pointed out. He didn’t have the time and he could not risk being asked about his powers. “I’m going to ask him next time I see him,” Virgil decided. Roman perked up. “Please don’t,” he pleaded, realizing too late that this might be seen as prove that he was just being shy about a crush. Well… It was as good as a cover as any. Still it’d be hard to flirt with Virgil and be taken seriously if he thought he had eyes for someone else. Virgil’s knowing look told him the damage was done though. He rolled his eyes and dropped the subject. He could always refuse. On Sunday Logan came over to give Nox their shots. They had opted to do it at home so Nox would hopefully be more comfortable. Their kitten wasn’t happy with it but with the promise of extra treats and affection xi let it happen. On Monday Roman found Virgil at a grocery store robbery shortly after lunch.

“Hya Princey. How are you doing?” Virgil greeted while the police took the robbers away. “Hello Virgil. We do have to stop meeting like this,” Roman pointed out. “That doesn’t seem very likely,” Virgil pointed out. “I sadly agree.” Roman and Virgil looked up as they saw the chief of police approach. “Dad,” Virgil sighed, though in a fond manner. He wasn’t unhappy to see his father, he just anticipated some form of scolding and or embarrassment. “Virgil,” chief greeted his son before turning to Roman. “Prince, good to see you again,” Chief Grimm stated with a meaningful look. Confirming that he indeed did know who he really was. “Chief Grimm,” Roman nodded. “Dad, please don’t,” Virgil pleaded. “I am not going to, just hear me out,” the chief insisted as he handed them both what looked like a keychain. “A panic button for you and a receiver for Prince, since he seems to be the one who responds to the scene most of the time anyway. Can you please agree to this? For me and your mother’s sake?” Virgil’s father pleaded. Virgil huffed. “You don’t need to bring mom into this,” he complained. “But fine. On one condition.” He turned to Roman. “If you agree to sit down for an interview for the Poetry Prince Parlor.” Roman looked up from studying the keychain, confirming it had a signature from the guild and so should be safe to use. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked baffled. He did not just put him on the spot like this.

“You heard me. You want me to carry this thing around, you agree to sit with my guy and answer a few questions for an exclusive interview for your fanpage,” Virgil insisted with that damn smirk. That smirk he always wore when teasing Roman. So smug and self-assured. Roman crossed his arms. “Are you blackmailing me? In front of law enforcement?” He asked. Virgil just quirked a brow. Roman was not going to let him have the last laugh. “You know, just when I think I’ve seen it all with you, you manage to hold yourself hostage,” he stated. Managing to get a chuckle out of both Virgil and his father. Well that was some sort of win at least. He let out a sigh. “Fine, but I can’t promise it’ll be the interview of the decade. I have an identity to protect. And I won’t elaborate on my powers on record,” he warned. Virgil nodded. “Sounds fair,” he agreed as he attached the panic button to his keys. “Thank you both. Virgil, don’t forget to call your mother one of these days. We barely hear from you,” chief Grimm insisted. Virgil sighed and nodded. “I’ll give her a call when I get home,” he promised. “Good,” the chief nodded as he ruffled Virgil’s hair. “Take care. Give Roman my best,” he instructed while his sone straightened his hair. “Sure,” Virgil muttered.

And with that they were left alone. “So about the interview.” Virgil started, suddenly less smug and confident. “The journalist who’ll be talking to you is my roommate Roman Reston. I’m pretty sure he has a bit of a celeb crush on you, so be nice to him,” he insisted. Roman quirked his brow. “I am always nice,” he promised. “Yes, but he’ll probably try to be cool but not too cool, it’s hard to explain. Just don’t think he’s being weird, he’s a really cool guy,” Virgil promised. Roman was intrigued now. “What do you care for my opinion on him so long as I’m polite while talking to him?” he wondered. Virgil shrugged. “I don’t want to shoot himself in the foot just because he is overly worried about how he is perceived. He kind of blows at first impressions,” Virgil explained. Roman cocked his head, not trusting the situation. “You are not seeking to embarrass him about this interview with his supposed crush are you?” he wondered. Virgil chuckled. “I’d tease him with something either way. But really he deserves something nice. And an interview with a illusive hero… I don’t know. I think that would be very cool for a journalist. Crush or no crush,” he explained… Well now he couldn’t even be upset about it. “I will try my best then. Though I can’t promise anything,” he insisted. Virgil grinned up at him. Genuinely happy with this development. But as Virgil beamed up at him, Roman caught sight of something else. He leaned in just a little. “By the way, your eyes look lovely today Princess,” he whispered before pulling back and walking away casually. Relishing in the brief glimpse of Virgil’s blush.

When he came home that night he knew Virgil should already be there. So he put up a little performance. Virgil hadn’t gone through the effort of blackmailing a hero for an underwhelming reaction. “Virgil!” He called out, going for excited and accusing. An interesting combination of emotions he was proud to have pulled off. “Guess who’s home?” Virgil coed from his spot on the ground where he was playing with Nox. He then looked up with a grin. “Better luck next time,” he teased. His standard greeting whenever Roman entered any room he was in without knocking nowadays. “Don’t play clueless. You know what you did!” Roman exclaimed, waving the papers where he wrote down some questions and their answers. Virgil’s eyes were alight with amusement and a side of happiness. “He didn’t waste time did he?” he noted. “You blackmailed him!” Roman declared accusingly. Virgil rolled his mismatched eyes. “It was more like giving him some extra motivation. How did the interview go? Did you sweep him of his feet?” he grinned. It was Roman’s turn to roll his eyes. “For the last time I don’t have a crush. I admire him a little, but that’s it. And the interview went well…” then he realized he could use this meeting to his advantage. “Princess,” he teased. Virgil flushed. “W-What?” he asked with a squeak to his voice. Roman grinned. “You didn’t think we wouldn’t gossip about our shared acquaintance a little did you?” he pointed out as he headed to his room. “I’m going to write up the interview for the Parlor,” he announced casually as Virgil sat there pondering the consequences of his actions. Roman was not telling Virgil what he had discussed with Prince. Just smirking mysteriously whenever he brought it up. Not telling was far better than any supposed gossiping story he could tell him.

Virgil was a bit pouty about it for about a day. On Wednesday though he was too hype about the article going online and the things Roman had written down for the fans. “You did great. Like not one question about his identity or how his powers work, but it’s still pretty interesting. Love the last question. The fans are going to eat it up,” he praised. The last question. What would you want to tell people who want to be heroes, but don’t have powers that are useful for hero work? His answer had been that heroes come in all kinds of shapes and sizes. It had been flowery and encouraging of people to follow their passions. Praising artists who spread joy and moments of escape. Teachers who guide the next generation. Law enforcement without whom his work as a hero would be infinitely more difficult. And so on. It had been his favorite question too. Suddenly he heard the telltale static and glanced at his phone. When that didn’t show anything he glanced at the tv… Nothing either. Then he realized Virgil had frozen and noticed that the phone lying on the coffeetable next to him was showing a glitchy screen. “Something’s happening…” he whispered nervously. Then the static fell away. Remus deciding against showing up apparently.

This however caused Virgil’s eyes to widen in panic. “It’s gone… Why is it gone? Nothing happened… Or did it? Did I miss it? What if it was important!” he rambled curling in on himself and pulling at his hoodie. Roman tossed his phone to the side and knelt before Virgil. “Virgil. Hey, deep breaths okay. It’s fine. I know what is going on, just calm down for me and I’ll explain it,” he promised. Virgil’s eyes found his, looking for a lie that wasn’t there. He closed his eyes and nodded, tapping a rhythm on his arm as he slowed his breathing. “Okay, doing great. What you felt was Remus about to make an entrance. I know this, because I heard the static, that’s how you know he’s on his way. He must’ve changed his mind which is why the feeling disappeared,” he explained soothingly. Virgil nodded slowly. “Okay,” he whispered. “Do you want your coffee in decaf?” Roman offered helpfully. Virgil had been decreasing his caffeine intake on recommendation of Emil. Virgil nodded. “Yes please,” he whispered. “I’ll get you extra extra sprinkles and a chocolate cupcake,” Roman promised as he picked up his phone. He had a brother to be angry with.

“You get your butt over here this instant and apologize,” he texted his brother as he got the coffeepot going and took one of the chocolate muffins he’d brought from the Hill bakery. “What? I didn’t scare him!” Remus argued. “Exactly. You triggered his power, and then just left. He was halfway to a full blown panic attack!” Roman explained as he collected the ingredients for Virgil’s coffee and started assembling. “Oh fishdicks,” Remus replied. “Apologize Now!” Roman insisted before adding the extra extra sprinkles and taking the coffee and the cupcake to Virgil. “Here you go,” he offered gently. “Thanks,” Virgil said as he took the drink and the cupcake, freezing almost immediately. Roman’s bedroom door opened right after that, an extremely unusual bashful Remus walked in exceptionally slow. “Hi,” he greeted meekly before heading to the couch. “V man. I just meant to give you a spook. I’m sorry I triggered you. And I’m sorry I messed with your phone,” he explained. Virgil quirked his brow and opened his phone scrolling through a few things before chuckling. “He made my background into white raven fanart. And he changed your contact name to my dove,” he stated as he switched things back to what they were supposed to be. “That was funny,” he allowed. “And apology accepted,” he assured Remus who let out a sigh of relief and dropped on the floor. “So… How are things with the merch?” he wondered. “I sent designs in. I’m waiting for the samples to arrive,” Virgil shrugged as he focused on his comfort snacks. “Don’t bother Rem. He’s better at keeping secrets than Area 51,” Roman noted. Remus groaned. “Alright. I need to go anyway. I told Lolo I’d meet up with him after his shift,” he stated. “You and Logan hang out?” Virgil asked curiously. “Hell yeah! He knows all kinds of cool things and I haven’t come up with a question he won’t answer seriously yet! It’s awesome!” Remus explained as he got up. “See ya later Bro, Virg!” he called before disappearing back into the room.

“Well… Guess you were right. Those two are a weirdly perfect combo,” Virgil mused. Roman nodded. “Yeah. I’m impressed myself,” he agreed. “Feeling better?” he wondered. Virgil chuckled. “Yeah charming, thanks,” he offered. Roman couldn’t really help it if he used that nickname. “Not a problem princess,” he winked. Virgil still blushed, but he seemed to otherwise let it slide. “Tomorrow I’ll be doing a lot of research and recording for the Friday the thirteenth conspiracy special. I got sent a doozy,” Virgil announced. “Alright. I’ll call you from your cave when dinner is ready,” Roman assured him. “Thanks. Speaking off, I’ll get started on tonight’s,” Virgil concluded as he got up, finished his cupcake and the coffee before heading to the kitchen. Roman settled in, almost immediately followed by Nox jumping into his lap. He gently stroked their fur as he pondered the mixing of their lives. Their friends but also their respective extracurriculars. Roman had gotten involved in Virgil’s Raven identity far more than either had planned. But the fans seemed invested so there was no going back. Virgil spent a lot of time with Prince. Sooner or later he might put things together. Wouldn’t it be much better if he told him the truth himself? Probably. But when? And how?

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Raven poetry

Chapter 11: Just messing with you

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